The Old Empty Man

May 16, 2010
Deep in the dark blocks
Of the empty, old town
An old empty man walks
And wanders all around

The darkness of the night surrounds
With nothing but old buildings around
The quiet whisper of the haunting wind
Illustrates this deceased town's violent end

The man so old
He is all alone
His body so cold
Dressed in black
Speaking the words
Of God…

The bats fly all around
Screeching at the cold of night
Fear has almost found
This empty old man of light

The wind begins to howl
He looks to the church tower
And see's the eyes of the owl
The old man begins to cower

He drops to his trembling knees
And holds his book up high
Towards the cross and the dead trees;
The old empty man begins to cry

A cold quivers down the man's spine
As he hears the shriek of Mankind
The clouds cover the moon
Destroying all light
The roars surround him

The old empty man in fright
He knows what is coming
It's the monsters of the night
And they are set free
To kill the light of He
Then they begin to feast
On this old empty priest





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