The Day Of Doom shall come for all to see; Quickly grab ahold of your loved one(s) And watch the Earth's gravity simply vanish: The empty songs soon become a feirce reality. Streets are ful of pitifull poverty, Children scream their Mother's name in fear yet no one comes to stop their tears, And even the littlest of kids prostitute for a living. People are now egocentric And not one bit energetic. Families rarely exist for an adult struck their loved one(s) in a drunken rage. Divorces are never made for there was no marriage in the first place. The surviving families consist of friends known as Ferocious Gangs. To stop a fight there are no police and never will be. A frighten child just takes an Oozy and blows any person away. The wounded one feels a pain so deep and sharp which rips through their soul until they die. People would rather be killed by a hit man then by an ungreatful little kid who wants to be called a man. Peace is scare and so meaningless. Few people know of such a beautiful yet breath-taking word. The beauty one might see lies within The Waterfall. In that waterfall lies the secret to a civilization consiting of peace and secret lands. No one knows the whereabouts of The Waterfall. All that is known is which forest it exists in. The Enchanted Forest hides The Waterfall within. It is filled with grimlins, goblins, snakes, evil wizards, shapeshifters, dragons, soul hunters, deamons, and many other evil creatures. People who go in there seaking The Waterfall tend to never make it out. It is said these Seakers die the most painful yet grewsome death as they take their first few mezmorizing steps into such an evil forest. It is also supposedly said that a few Seakers actually reach The Waterfall becauseof faith in God. Yet they die anyway because they are not The Chosen One. It is The Chosen One who will safely make it through The Enchanted Forest and reach The Waterfall. When that happens all hope is found. There was one a map which told of The Waterfall's whereabouts. It no longer existsfor the poor map keeper sold it to one of the Seakers. The poor map keeper eventually died a slow aganizing death from his concience eating away at his soul. This particular Seaker supposidly had his head bitten off by a giant cross between a dragon and eagle. The creature pecked The Seaker's eyes out and ate all of his flesh. The rest of his body was devowered by vicious Red Eyed Hawks. In their feast the map was shredded into teany tiny peaces just like the Seaker And all hope was lost. So, now you know the pitiful fortune of this God forsaken Earth. You best take head to be ready for this ungreatful life of gread. For if you are not, prepare to die in desolate solitude.
Reason for writing:
I was just thinking one day of all the pains I have seen and what convolulated visions I have. This came pouring out.
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by The Masked Bard--Cancer.