Johnny MartinEZ

blackened shadows slink through the night
seeking to revenge the retched gall of their ghastly fall
stilled only by the betrayal of their chanting caterwauls
from the scorched passion emanating from their dungeons walls
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The child looks out through his widow pane...
into the stillness of the darkened night...
his wishful pleas are not in vain
he anxious waits with great anticipation
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The old abbey surrounded by a cloak of darkness
as fragile figures bemoan the night
as if the passage of time would change their plight
they are children of another norm
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Imagine the clouds gathering above start to swirl
With hypnotic movement heavy rains begin to fall
The scent of the sea permeates, you inhale brisk salty air
And the angry waves divulge their impious white tip curls.
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