Xtreme Malice
Pakeveli-Italic
Silence Of The Wolf God
(One With Myself)
In my sorrow I’m drowning, I’m all alone, my surroundings
Of darkness, silence, reflection, even so its astounding
Voiced the echoes reminant, courses of speckles amazement
Dust the settles arrangement, restless souls lie impatient
The dusty particles that sieved drive my mind livid in pain
I gain to attain though this sordid dearth that havocs the earth
Environments of mysterious environs placate the scathed place
Disgrace rips apart the vines of peace, how shall the soul placate
(The Creature Approaches)
Silver streaks through the trees, upon the leafs of the breeze
Paws pressed to the soil, claws seemingly brief and un-seen
Creep'n with ease, stealthily moving, in seek of the pleased
Rich in its reads, steps cause prints to seep in the weeds
The lissom creature treads on weeds of past plants and grieves
Then moves and heaves through the leaves, chews at fresh beeves
The streaked face arrogantly stares upon the dented craters that shine
The lights dance as dances the creature whose soul & flesh are entwined
(No Visual...It Draws Near) Dense and present, immense, this suspenseful presence
Since the sense has lessen'd, I smell it's stench its essence
Fear drenched affection, no peers or hints direction
Sear lift I’m left with, veered in and left prints
My fear reaches a point that daunts and vibes with dissatisfaction
The faction of thoughts in traction, the attraction of petrifaction
Yet it is not fossils but sprays of warm air that wash behind me
Me the adversary being treated with curiosity, to see the relativity
(I See.....A Sight Worth While) Drown the thoughts, found to shock, I’m proud in spots
Bound in dark, hound or not, brave down in locks
Coated even, such a poster that no impostor should wander
Just quietness, lone surroundings, and listen, its such an honor
Listen do not speak and feel the peak of Gods as they seek
Seek to speak and feel the sleek coat of armour that I wear
Tear at the vicious images that pronounce fear in men so weak
I am an embodiment of speech listen with care to how you shall fair
(..Silence..)
"Let Us Be Silent, That We May Hear The Whispers Of The Gods"-Emerson.
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