The Dark Symphony Poem by Lance Carthen

Look up high in the clouds
Theres no angels flying around
How can you believe in what you cant see
Then turn around and say you never beleived
To the ground, in the ground
The planets are falling down
To the gravitational force of the monsters
Withered and glittered and free of the mask
The mask made by pain to wash away the strain
Of bearing the name of the one you disdain
These dark days will never last
For we come too far, too fast

In the hills an old poet is heard.....

The river flows through the desert valley
The moonlight sits so still
Theres a sparkeling gaze upon the water
As black scorpions lurk upon the hill