...And Shadows Descend

Twilight filled with bitter cold

Shadows descend over the hills

The earth succumbs to night�s obscurity

The moon�s radiance falls heavy on the trees

Enthralled in the majesty of open nothing

I walked the plains of the snowy oblivion

Unable to make out what lies ahead

I journeyed onward into the gale

Dark and ancient skies loomed above

No stars could be seen through the impenetrable storm

Demonic shrieks echoed through the snow

Forgotten apparitions glowed red in the distance

As I ventured out, they vanished into the abyss

And reappeared in the depths of my mind

They existed in the channels of my mind for centuries

And uttered spells predicting my forthcoming destruction

They reiterated what I had known for ages (or so it seemed?)

That my fate was to be found somewhere in this storm

They spoke of my end for what seemed a lifetime

And haunted the halls of thought with their declarations

There were times when I questioned my ability to question

I let myself go and slipped into the Hellish cold

I listened to invocations being made on the winds

I heard the ghastly tales of my mortal end

And gained pleasure from their icy chants

Suddenly the winds bayed in a depressing agony

The incantations made from wandering voices ceased

The lord of the storms groaned and departed

The storm receded and I was left in isolation

All was left in an icy shell

All was left in Blue Hell

Times end thus manifested into my own

The winds pick up

Dark clouds move in

Time elapses

...and shadows descend