Vale Of Tears

The assembler of souls absorbs all within his reach

His seemingly perpetual glance of doom

Would even make the smallest of serenities breach

As he rides he wind being the ghost of gloom

Running darkness all around

A knife in her hand

Fall, rising, screaming the name of her beloved

So weak, and so weary

Something blackening her thoughts

A cloud, a force, a weight

Finding her true love lying in red

Is this reality or just a vision in her head

To be the knife as well as the wound

Is all that concerns her

Overwhelmed by a burden, like hordes of fear

The obscurity of the vale of tears

Grasping for safety, which lies all so near

Incresent malice of the vale of tears

Wandering oblivious in the foggy twilight

Shades of an obelisk shines so bright

Incredulous thoughts, bewildering her mind

Is there really a god to find

Halting through the darkest of forests

The obese and extraneous at her tail

This haunting, lingering to the extreme

She is about to quail

Then a formless mass of black, went skyward

Stars began to fade behind a veil of dark blue velvet

She stopped, she listened, nothing

Silence, an eternity passed

The silhouettes of something unseen, a presence