Something I found tonight that I wrote about a year ago, thought I'd share. I've enjoyed writing music, novels, short stories, things for rpgs, etc. since I was 12. I love how words can have multiple meanings dependent on the context etc, how one can try and decipher what the author is trying to convey.
“Tomb”
Heavens angel of light
A demons nature to fight
Do I question the darkness
Or do I sit by abiding the starkness
Everything seems to be turbid
Romanticism can be in the morbid
Whisked away on black petals of blood
My vision becomes a never ending flood
A dream to be foretold
The passing that will surely unfold
Now rising from the grave
It had become my own personal cave
I know what I’ve come to crave
A righteous means to pave
All that I am and ever will be
To set my soul truly free
“Tomb”
Heavens angel of light
A demons nature to fight
Do I question the darkness
Or do I sit by abiding the starkness
Everything seems to be turbid
Romanticism can be in the morbid
Whisked away on black petals of blood
My vision becomes a never ending flood
A dream to be foretold
The passing that will surely unfold
Now rising from the grave
It had become my own personal cave
I know what I’ve come to crave
A righteous means to pave
All that I am and ever will be
To set my soul truly free