It's Dark Chpt 1I readied myself to explore the cave. A fortnight ago it had opened itself after I readied myself to explore the cave. A fortnight ago it had opened itself after a landslide caused by heavy rainfall. I had been debating with myself whether or not to explore it on my own terms or hire someone to do it. After some reflection I decided to venture it alone. I had a good bit of spelunking experience under my belt, and the equipment to do it.I situated my pack, then started on the path that led to the cavern. As I went I listened to the whisping of the wind through the trees, the snap of twigs under my feet, and the quiet of the sun. As I reached the place, I could see places where the turbulent earth had ripped itself asunder. It's newly awoken breath lingered in the air.Then, the gaping maw of the earth came into view. Jagged bleak stones riddled all around. They were a strange white color, not an off white but a really crisp starched white. Like it was almost glowing with a hint of blue
Who am I?I am the dark in the nightI am the fear in your heartI do all that you may notAnd I can take all that has been begotI am the knight in the darkAnd I am the sorrow you see in yourselfI am the burning ice in your soulAnd I do unto all what they so desireI am the do gooderI am the worse for wearAnd I am a sunken cynical cystThat lies deep within the confines of your mindI am you,I am your motherYour fatherAnd everyone you know and do notI am the bat that flies into the darkest cavesI come out tainted with the blood I have reapedWith which I sow the seeds of fear in all who oppose meAnd I am but a man.
A song about a man and a mobBurning hearts and torches gather around a singular point in a field. Their pride and rage burning bright, calling out to all who would join their ranks.(Guitar Clang)Skeletal lightning strikes the ground and a charred visage appears in low fickle flames. Flicking burning tongues sarcastically at the now sullen mass.(Rising yell with chaotic hi-hat and snare)Fear ripples through the crowd, snuffing out their hearts with quiet efficiency, making each one go mad, terror bubbling forth from each persons head like the contents of a heated kettle. A voice rings out cracking with hysteria "Set fire to the face on fire!"(Hysterical guitar riff begins)A blue lady in a dress stands up,She amassed in the mass,And walked past all the last men,She calls"It was an accident, we didn't mean a thing"Aghast, she falls fastCause it's the last thing that she'll ever do.(Angry sharp lead guitar intro into loud steady riff with drums and electrical synth)Huge rocks