A little something before you proceed: Ok. so it's been ages since my last writing escapade, and i really think i have lost complete touch...i may have forgotten how to write at all. so i would really appreciate comments...negative or positive. i need criticism like a child needs it's mother. thanks. Eve of the End. Just too long, much like ages, The glaring darkness still contagious, The eyes are much too still and blind, To watch this realm, itself confine. Long ago, too far away in the past, As I recall from what was last, The night was longer than what you know, The air was stiller, the shade no more. In vast lands, a murmur loud, Hear it whisper in the starless shroud, The grass no more greener than the blood, The blood no more staler than the mud. A gloom has set upon us now, The silence breeds louder somehow The bodies are hacked yet they do not pour, The seas give way for a revelation abhor. The land is unbecoming, the earth is unprepared, The basking willow is old, yet lonely and so scared, The demons are raving within dungeons of the night, The devil is soon coming, upon us, with his might.
Fucking fantastic. The atmosphere of the poem fits perfectly with the topic. Writing is like riding a bike. You can't forget how to do it, you can only get better in time. Can't wait to read more from you.