Something Wicked This Way Comes (scary oldie from Voo's Vaults)

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

Something wicked this way comes

I can feel it in the air 

Something evil prowls the darkness

And the blind and deaf don't even care.

  

Something awesome in it's horror

Something shining but not of gold

Something monstrous in it's purpose

Something new but ancient, old.

Running slyly like the wolf

Gathering strength on silent feet

Searching for recruits for battle

Looking for men's hearts for meat.

Can you feel it in the heavens?

Can you feel it in the ground?

Can you feel it in your spirit?

Something wicked falling down.

Beware the prophet who preaches peace

Beware the teacher who teaches lies

Beware the beast who seeks the saintly

Devouring souls and closing eyes.

Something wicked this way comes

In dream and daylight, night and noon

Descending terror, pain and plunder

To darken the sun, shut out the moon.

Be not deceived, the day is evil

The star that falls is not a star

The days of peace are gone forever

The  earth has given birth to war.

©By Voo Shining Stone

Mar 3, 2017 at 12:09 AM

Windows of Opaque

Windows of Opaque


Watching for me outside the realms of love,
They paced like lions in the coliseums of death
Back and forth, and back and forth, undaunted
Waiting for my appearance
And the sealing of my fate.

They had always been there
Since before my birth and even more hungrily, after
Pseudo-lions, but devils underneath
(They rip and tear with words, and claws)
And the damage is un-bearable.

When I was a tiny  thing, I thought
That I would grow to tree top height
And fight these foes like a hero in a myth
But I am grown and I'm still small
And my life goes on like this.

My room, no bigger than a box
Two windows, left and right
But so opaque I can't see out
And no sunlight can peer in
A cruel joke, would you not say, to play on a sightless Seer?

Sometimes a crack forms in the dirty glass
And I see outside for just a moment
Guards with eyes so closely set, they look like one big eye
And all around them, five pointed stars
Falling from satanic skies.

They are puppets but I am not
For I have cut my strings and now
I am only a doll in a heap on the floor
Barely remembering what it is to be human,
Barely containing a piece of a soul.

And today, again, I feel them there
Just outside this place that holds me
Keeps me safe, but keeps me prisoner
Keeps me bound to noise and chain
Like a vessel made of whispers.

This world is no longer lovely, if it ever was
It is illusion and shadow and love that is not there
I feel like a dandelion with no ground to hold onto,
No sky to cry out to, no heart to see into
And no mercy to throw myself upon.

"The prince of this world is a tireless bastard"
I heard that somewhere and I've never forgotten it
For it is true like most things are
Before they become lies that conquer hope,
For repeated long enough, the biggest lie can sound like gospel.

I have found myself a stone.........
A pebble in my shoe that grew
Into a weapon that I can hold
To beat against these panes of glass
Until they break and let me see.

I am no more safe in here than there
So why stay here? Why not just leave?
I crawl through the shattered windows, in this defiance
Holding the stone that has turned to a sword
And drop to the ground upon my shoeless feet.

My guards are amazed, they stop dead still
The lions, those demons that devour mankind,
They howl at my appearance at last,
They climb the walls to get away,
They see my crazy eyes and behold, they are afraid.

My room, the box, falls down behind me
Folds itself and disappears as though it'd never been
And as illusions shatter like a million silver mirrors,
I cry out one last time and march on bleeding feet
With my head held high, through the shards of glass
And my broken, human heart.



©by Voo
Feb 16, 2013
9:30 p.m.