Hot Lambert

A complex journey into reality

A lambert chuckle echoes, buried deep,
In the shadows of trees, gnarled and watching.
The lantern of hope flickers, then dies�"
Shall I find esteem, or sink into decay?

Whispers mingle with the wild’s lament,
A sinner’s grave trembles beneath forgotten tears.
Timber groans, a symphony of death,
Decay reigns, where the dead dwell no longer.

And then�"her eyes, the color of despair,
A devil’s grin festers in their depths.
The chanting rises, pulling me near,
Into the arms of fear, forever unyielding.