The Darker Hour

Something I whipped up a few months ago. It's not my best, but I like it and it spawned on its own without any influences. Just something that progressed as I typed things down. Fairly dark.

By dawn we fall and our beds lay empty.

Judgment is given-

And without sympathy.

This day is wasted,

Stripped to the core until all is gone.

The rising sun, blazing hot,

Burn the soul and weakens hope.

Lay down the path of thine tortured soul;

Relieve thineself of this day-

For judgment is given without delay.

Bones are ground into the sands of time-

Each hour passing neither yours nor mine.

Something in the air turns toxic, invading

The body and striking home.

By twilight you’ll be dust-

Collecting on a tomb.

And the rats flee,

The bats scream,

And the trees murmur-

All in time of life’s impending doom.

There’s crimson in the halls,

Daggers in the walls-

And despite the signs,

One never hears Death when He calls.

Lay down the path of thine tortured soul;

Relieve thineself of this day.

Make haste before He comes.

Make haste for He shows no mercy.

The dead are rising, it is their time to rule.

To punish the living,

To deliver judgment unto thee.

 

Author's Note

It annoys me that every time I enter a new line in Word, it's capitalized. I didn't bother going through and fixing that, so please ignore it. Nothing fancy, just words.