Post by Silverback on Jun 14, 2005 2:18:51 GMT
Darkness devours every shining day.
Darkness demands and always has its way.
Darkness listens, watches, waits.
Darkness claims the day and celebrates.
Sometimes in silence darkness comes.
Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums.
The Book of Counted Sorrows
Darkness demands and always has its way.
Darkness listens, watches, waits.
Darkness claims the day and celebrates.
Sometimes in silence darkness comes.
Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums.
The Book of Counted Sorrows
"Why hide the truth? It's always puzzled me. People responsible for our welfare from birth to death lie to us. Why? Surely the truth, however painful is better than a life of deceit? Or do we prefer to live in blissful ignorance?"
'There's no such thing as monsters!'
"Ever heard that one before? Yeah, me too. So why the hell did no one tell the monstrous spawns of hell that they didn't exist?"
"For me, I found out too late. My wife, my children, even my friends - gone. They keep telling me I'm insane. Ha! What do they know of insanity?"
"At least I'm safe here. Maybe for now anyway. I still weep for them you know. At least now they're beyond harm."
"How long before some other power-craved despot will be twisted to the darkness and evil of intent of those who would feast upon our world? Probably not long."
"I stare out the single, high window of my cell. I can just make out the tops of the tallest trees and the distant hills as the sun begins to dip below the skyline and the shadows lengthen menacingly."
"Another night. Another dark horizon. God help us all."
