Thread: Shadow of the Day

From the path of hope, we've lost our way,
For a cause long forgotten,
Unwanted, Un-needed, a burden of damnation,
Resting and living upon our souls,
Drags us closer to eternal shadow,
Bringing us to the brink of dream and reality,
The blank page stained with blood of supple limbs,
Tells of a mutilated joy, twisted and perverse,
That fuels the hopes and dreams of the unliving,
Who work their twisted jobs,
Bringing the few, resisting the pull of eternal undeath,
Into the twisting nether, which awaits with open arms the worthy few,
Where awaits salvation, freedom from the restraining grip of the macabre shades,
Yet, there is mourning for comrades left behind;
Who lie, eternally sleeping, in the mists of hatred and sadness

Hi AidenWaggy,

I do like what this one is saying, and I absolutely loved that last line. I think if you broke this into stanzas and did away with the Caps at the beginning of each line by correct punctuation, this one would pack more of a punch.