Author Unsigned, Pt. II
Oct 2, 2014 6:46:28 GMT
Post by Tel Vinrae on Oct 2, 2014 6:46:28 GMT
Another piece of parchment appeared upon the table of the Fiery Lion - author unknown.
It came upon a midnight clear;
Within the darkness came our fear.
It came to us quick and sour -
Stranger things brought by the hour.
Brought by the sounds of laughter and music -
The kind of horror that made people conducive;
Did it choose me - did I choose it?
Was this meant for someone, just exclusive?
A pleasant box of music makes you wonder;
Will I go mad, will I blunder?
And in the distance, there is the thunder
of the the coming storm.
Suits of armour find themselves moving;
Walking towards one with malevolence.
Just what was it so intent on proving?
Will this become something of prevalence?
Beware the box of musical screams;
For one might find far more than he means.
Beware of the old house there on the corner,
For to it there is far more than one sees.
Within the darkness came our fear.
It came to us quick and sour -
Stranger things brought by the hour.
Brought by the sounds of laughter and music -
The kind of horror that made people conducive;
Did it choose me - did I choose it?
Was this meant for someone, just exclusive?
A pleasant box of music makes you wonder;
Will I go mad, will I blunder?
And in the distance, there is the thunder
of the the coming storm.
Suits of armour find themselves moving;
Walking towards one with malevolence.
Just what was it so intent on proving?
Will this become something of prevalence?
Beware the box of musical screams;
For one might find far more than he means.
Beware of the old house there on the corner,
For to it there is far more than one sees.
