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Jul 30, 2008
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The Dark Jzourahpaddee
As the Day's dust slowly settles
and Evening turns her back, on the Sun;
and you've yet to sing, the song Night'll bring,
for the Daytime's, not quite done.
Somewhere, lurking in the shadows
with a watchful eye on you,
lurks a demon, the Dark Jzourahpaddee;
you'll be his, before the Night is through.
I'm not just trying to scare folks
but, I've seen a Jzourahpaddee.
They wait all day, for innocent prey,
and they thrive on an aching plea.
Because, flesh is not their "banquet",
they feed on cries up to the gods;
then, they capture all the weaker souls,
when we miscalculate the odds.
They're all in this Gargoyle's favor
that's why it must wait for the Night,
keeping out of the way, 'til Night swallows the day,
planning each individual's "plight".
For vengeance is it's motive,
and after our hopes and dreams, he's ate,
he simply goes unnoticed,
as we blindly blame things on Fate.
And the wicked thing about this beast,
an eerie tune, he's constantly humming,
victimizing the poor and rich, this mean son of a bitch,
is the only one who know what's coming.
You'll never hear this monster laugh out loud,
but, if you notice the shadows "wiggle",
were it not for the sounds of the Evening's life,
you'd distinctly hear an evil giggle.
"Deceit", is but a tool, for them.
They'll use, ANY hidden disguise!
Literally, do anything, to finally bring,
Sorrow, or grief to Innocent eyes.
There are no "tell-tale" clues, with them;
and you cannot "wish" them, away;
I'm afraid, it's to the "bitter end",
no matter what you do, or say.
So, be careful as you tread each night,
for this advice was given, me;
each day of the week, believe not, all who "speak";
or they'll do what they did, to me.
This demon stole the "Luck", from my Life;
and, THAT wasn't enough, so it seems.
Though "they'd" prefer to gnaw on the shards of Hope,
they're content, swallowing ALL of your dreams.
and Evening turns her back, on the Sun;
and you've yet to sing, the song Night'll bring,
for the Daytime's, not quite done.
Somewhere, lurking in the shadows
with a watchful eye on you,
lurks a demon, the Dark Jzourahpaddee;
you'll be his, before the Night is through.
I'm not just trying to scare folks
but, I've seen a Jzourahpaddee.
They wait all day, for innocent prey,
and they thrive on an aching plea.
Because, flesh is not their "banquet",
they feed on cries up to the gods;
then, they capture all the weaker souls,
when we miscalculate the odds.
They're all in this Gargoyle's favor
that's why it must wait for the Night,
keeping out of the way, 'til Night swallows the day,
planning each individual's "plight".
For vengeance is it's motive,
and after our hopes and dreams, he's ate,
he simply goes unnoticed,
as we blindly blame things on Fate.
And the wicked thing about this beast,
an eerie tune, he's constantly humming,
victimizing the poor and rich, this mean son of a bitch,
is the only one who know what's coming.
You'll never hear this monster laugh out loud,
but, if you notice the shadows "wiggle",
were it not for the sounds of the Evening's life,
you'd distinctly hear an evil giggle.
"Deceit", is but a tool, for them.
They'll use, ANY hidden disguise!
Literally, do anything, to finally bring,
Sorrow, or grief to Innocent eyes.
There are no "tell-tale" clues, with them;
and you cannot "wish" them, away;
I'm afraid, it's to the "bitter end",
no matter what you do, or say.
So, be careful as you tread each night,
for this advice was given, me;
each day of the week, believe not, all who "speak";
or they'll do what they did, to me.
This demon stole the "Luck", from my Life;
and, THAT wasn't enough, so it seems.
Though "they'd" prefer to gnaw on the shards of Hope,
they're content, swallowing ALL of your dreams.
— docmaverick, Jul 30, 2008
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Critiques
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
That is a fiver doc
docmaverick
17 years 10 months ago
Kind of an "odd" one...