The Darkest Hour
When darkness... engulfs the senses
And creatures roam the still night
Listen for the eerie sounds of the untamable.
The whispers about their existence slips by every ear
"They are everywhere; thirsty and on the prowl"
It is told that they try hard to make us believe
That they do not exist
Do not be Misguided!
Move aside the curtain of ignorance's bliss
And step into awareness
Arm yourselves; it is coming.
For when the day of darkness arrives
And we are opposed the darkest hour
Feel the anticipation build
In the most unexpected way
Earth will transcend and become their hunting ground
Will we make a stand?
Will the game becomes the hunter?
At that point technology will be
Put on the stand, and given trial
For can its vast advances outweigh the immortal?
The two will become twisted in a battle for survival
Faith bound to let only one endure
Time sends rumors of the future in store
And like the nation we are
We will split.
In a war where the sides
Are supposedly chosen for us
There are those who will beg to differ
Searching for that rush
To fill their hollow souls
No doubt the question will be raised
Are they the monsters,
The world paints them to be?
Or are they only lost beings,
Trying to exist,
In a prejudice world?
No one will truly know
Until that fated day.
When the two classes clash,
Who will survive?
Until the darkest hour
All we can do is pray.
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The Monster Inside
PoetryBased on a world of mystery and wonder. Raises the question as to how true are their existence. Welcome to The Monster Inside,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it could be inside of you!!!!!!!!!!!!
