Beautiful Destruction Poem by Eric Eberhard

Waves of madness rise
Caressing quiet shores
Malign winds that follow
Whisper secrets in open ears
Making them so very sore

What it suggests is heresy
Filling those blessed with grief
But it knawes on my fingers
And at my ears
And I must have relief

A shadow man, my other self
Hands me a weapon of siege
Make me a wrecked paradise
He whispers in my ear
And it starts to bleed

I start silently my task
Cleaving from existence
Hope and Love
Flesh and Bone
All that used to be

Awe flows from eyes undead
Filling the ashen seas
Sorrow flows from mortal souls
Filling an empty hell
For hell has risen
To create such beautiful destruction for me