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WARNING: This can terrify me, something horror movies/stories are incapable of.
They come in the moonless night
Riding on the wings of fright
Half asleep, I feel their lances
Threatening dreams of our dances
But I awake in time to see
Them fly away again above the sea
Black wings against the black skies
Taint the memory of your eyes
With black
Then out I look upon the morrow
And see that all the paths are sorrow
But I cannot let you die.
Across that sea beneath the sky
To faraway Amarth, forest of dark
Where evil left its stinking mark
I go, beneath the trees whose shadow
Paints the marshy land below
With black
At nightfall, fire dances far ahead
Light to herald the enemy's bed
The dagger at my side is screaming
Begging me to pierce their dreaming
With its deadly midnight fire
But I ignore its bloodlust and its ire
Creeping silently past their camp
The night engulfing their oil lamp
With black
To the fortress, stones on stone and grasses
Sleeping in a treetop, the day passes
And as Day kisses the Western sun goodbye
I face the bleak walls beneath a violet sky
I cannot climb: oh, to have claws or wings----
Strange feeling comes, as if I am a thing
It's as if I'm falling apart
Waves of terror wash my heart
With black
I awake in a cage as a dragon, black wings
on a black body in darkness where small things
Scurry among damp moldy smells below
And dripping water creates an endless echo
Yet the door on the cage is open: they want me
To escape, so they can beat me for being free
And toss me back among the water and rats
To waste away in the darkness with bats,
With black
Still, every path from here is sorrow
What difference between today and tomorrow?
The floor is damp, the rats are food
I smell the stares of guards as they brood
Assigned to watch what they cannot see
Deep in the darkness that cloaks me
Guarding a spirit of tangible night
Assigned to watch without a light
With black
I smell everyone; I taste starlight
Sneaking from the chambers of the night
Upwards, with stealth to shame a cat
To you. I slay the guards, and----
Their blood is sweet, sickly sweet smelling
Better than the rats, oh! the thought of you
Your blood
Taste
Insanity: the door is locked, unyielding
I watch in terror as I attack it
I watch
With black
The dagger is "midnight flame", not "silver flame", because it has been blackened to avoid reflecting light at night. The forest is named "Doom", from Elvish (the Elvish in J.R.R. Tolkein's Lord of the Rings trilogy.)
Additional note: 2 March 2001: I know why it scares me. To lose one's mind, yet remain fully aware of the loss... that is the real essence of pure terror, that can only be seen by riding in the thoughts of someone to whom it is happening. The irony of writing those thoughts as the poem-spirit....
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