Up and down he went,
Over dell and under hill.
Till his travels brought him here,
And here remains he still.

Beyond, beyond lives a creature of despair.
With bloodshot eyes and gnarled fang
Preys he on all those fair.

In this,
Lies a truth.
One hidden,
Verse conceals.
Every line adds
Yet another.
Only study,
Unveils a phrase.

"Beyond this wall lies the truth," said he,
And with glittering eyes,
He laid to rest all my doubts and fears.

Deeply into darkness does he fall,
Only to be borne up again.

So I got home from work the other day and suddenly felt like cleaning my room. And while I was cleaning I happened across a piece of paper that had MY FUCKING POEM ON IT! I lost this poem a long ass time ago and thought it might have been thrown away. Turns out it just got stuck behind a bunch of shit in my room. So here it is ( Read more... )