posted on Oct, 21 2014 @ 12:44 AM
The chains of Dribbor held their sway,
the foggy mists in the night,
a cause not lost was the way,
too much a vision for the sight.
When he looked upon that place,
the gates of steel that looked intense,
long shadows cast that pierce the soul,
how would one endure to the end?
Catch the fleeting glance in the moonlight,
when in love and looking awkward,
comes the time of silent screaming,
when the heart yearns in the dark of night.