by Martin Anton Smith
It Rises From The Black Abyss
No One Knows What It Is
Or From Which Void It Appeared
But It’s Mission Is Just
And You Sense It’s Fair
A Voice Inside Your Head Says
“I Am Looking For You”
Is That The Beast Or a Saviour?
It Circles The Skies & Lands
Its Tasks Are Due Today
It’s Looking for the Walking Dead
As It Approaches You From Above
From a Hazy Distance
You Ask Yourself
Am I The One?
The Answer Becomes Clear
The Beast Has Called Your Name
As the Beast Closes Its Jaws
It’s The Last Thing You Hear
A Crisp Clear Cracking Of Your Skull
But This Is Just The Beginning
For Your Life Was But a Shadow
Of a Hidden Realm All Around
Now You’re Finally a Soul Again
It’s a Sinking Sombre Feeling
That Your Life Was But A Joke
So Nothing Came Of Nothing
Under Your Friend The Beasts Yolk
Hiding In Your Inhuman Cocoon
You’ve Played The Wrong Hand
All Too Cool & Now Your Dead
Destiny Sings Its Return
Anton Martin Smith Writer 