I am the essence of the night,
The very horror and the fright.
An icy fear your soul unclenched,
Every light hope and thought is quenched.
For if you dare to wake or waver,
Or stay a mere minute later,
To steal into the death of day,
Mine by right and mine by say,
Your soul and body cast away,
For mine is a weak and weary way,
Meant for only Soul and Mind,
For what other way to we define,
The eternal darkness that is mine?
- Title: Essence
- Artist: Aereian
- Description: Alright, first of all, I'm not emo or anything, this is just an idea that was knocking around in my head for a while, fragments of it, at least, and eventually I just had to get it down. I'm pretty fond of it, but there are some parts I don't like too much. Criticisms, s'il vous plait?
- Date: 07/25/2008