Into Madness

Into Madness

The fog comes in silently; it creeps into your mind effortlessly, smothering your clarity.

The flames of reality search your soul; they burn with the very heat from Hell.

A darkness so wicked confronts you, and its intent, to shatter your will.

Endless numbers of bodies lay directly before the evil one.

As a stone lies beneath the willow tree unable to utter even one word,

 The stone feels the sting of someone else's agency.

The innocent are tormented by the sins of the matron, left feeling the pain of despair,

 They retreat as a wounded fowl prepared to leave this world.

Author:  Sher Stuckman

Date:    November 7th 2013