Notain

A Poem by elephant

This was written in 2003

In this time of scarlet shade, terror sways the crazed
Who are they, but one name, Notain.
For them every nightmare is of the unknown
And cleverly engineered by people with careers in fear
They come in droves led by the hand which deceived them
To eat the sweet feast of distraction
This will bring everything they wished
an ending and an answer to their dreams
Under the sounds of the there screams
Is the sweet satisfaction that finality brings