sixwordharmony

Waking Nightmares: It begins in the same way, every single night Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness— As all living beings are slowly consumed, The coruscating flames appear wet with blood… The scene then changes to a flooded hallway Live wires dangling just above the water, Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness— A single pounce would end my life… Eventually the hallway ends with a door, One that reminds me of forgotten yore— And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point As though lips and tongue are eternally joint… What maddened schemes have they in mind? It is not a questio