Echo of Oaks

Chaotic the creatures,

devouring the disaster.

Withered and worn,

malicious their master.

Shadowed like timbers deep in dead nights wake,

where the hollow and demented far from hesitate.

Shaking foundation your holy holds no law,

here in the darkness they swallow all.

Screams but die in frozen waste,

the overzealous angel hearted bled of fate.

From the edges you can't peer in,

the menacing chambers fear can't contend.

Take a walk but far to late,

watching silent the horrid wait.

These miseries you hide breathe alive,

destroying the boundries held inside.

Hope fails,

Hearts break,

not with emotion,

purely with pain.

Into our darkness you can not decieve

Beyond our shadows you cannot breathe

Past the oaks Death is but bred,

Within our forest hollows you'll only be found dead