. . .Temporal Distortion. . .



Standing in the twilight, I raise my hands to the rain;
Let the droplets fall and cleanse the pain.

Let the lightning flash and the night wind roar;
Search my soul, all it's hidden doors.

Search my heart, let the blood beat inside;
Bare my soul open, leave nothing to hide

Weight of compulsion drawing me under;
Taste the allure of eternal black thunder.

See hollow clouds roll against the darkening sky
As illusions fade before my eyes. 

Beneath my feet, the charred earth quakes;
Up from the deep rises a twisted black gate.

Choice to be made as I stand at the cross;
Risks to be lived or opportunities lost.

No time to think, no time for emotion;
I place one foot forward and set action in motion.

Visions fade to blood-red as I sink into the light;
Senses are dead, the final good-night.

Spiral falling and screaming - maniacal intorsion;
Drowned in the vortex of Temporal Distortion.



. . .Scimitar Wraith - DARK - (c)1994. . .

It ain't Issy; It ain't Longfellow, but it sure as
hell will have to do. . . ;) (coughIRCùROCKScough)