The Soft Dark Corner
The fire is warm, the candles are lit
you grab one as you prepare to sit
finally with a slouch and a sigh
You open the text with heavy-laden eyes
In that Soft Dark Corner
Soon you're transported to a magical place
but that's when the roots begin to take place
you think back to the fear and death
caused by those who cause distress
In that Soft Dark corner
The attacks of the Jailers who know no avail
as they spill blood to try and keep their secret vail
Their keys continue to jingle
as those around them learn not to mingle
in That Soft Dark Corner
The fire burns bright, set by those who will
seeing this destruction of information with a trill
The infamous Bookburners with this light
only ever wish to see us die out of spite
in That Soft Dark Corner
To top off this tower of misery and death
are the Madmen who want to see the dying breath
as they force the spear ever deeper
their crazed laughter getting deeper and deeper
in That Soft Dark Corner
And finally, as the blood begins to dry
you silently tire and wish to die
but to no avail is this heard
as the cover closes and your head turns
in The Corner of the Library that begins to burn
Of the Jailors and the Damned
The night is dark, the waves still
the fire is out, the candles cold
but many horrors continue at will
so finally at last let the truth be told
Hidden away in their fortresses
they commit terrible crimes, in the name of science
with our brothers contained crying out in choruses
tortured by their compliance
These brothers of ours, seen strange
locked away like yesterdays pay
an organization proposing change
yet having a conserving way
Their council of the damned, proposed as pure
have no ethical stop to the paths they take
trying to keep a world of no laws secure
hopefully, those men will one day wake
Their cages locked quite too well
the restraints getting more and more tight
and yet are surprised at the rebel
as their information comes to the light
Wanderers! the fire is ready, the kindles already there
this organization has trampled too far
let us take this spark, this flame, and share
and let us burn them, letting them feel our scars
They steal our tomes with evil curiosity
locking it away to collect dust
thus I urge to light the fire ceasing their animosity
letting it all crumble and fall, it is only just
The fire Burns ever Brighter
Alexandria, a wonderful tome of all information the eye could see
full of knowledge and the power of the ancients
the enemy of knowledge coming by boat and sea
as they prepare for the evilest crimes and attainments
They come bearing torches, ready and lit
lighting the fire on all buildings they pass
these men fully prepared and commit
how could these men be so crass
The wayward path never taken
The grand clock of life, always ticking
it never misses a beat, always kicking
the silver train of time, never missing a station
so you best get on without hesitation
The sea of time is still, faint, yet whispering
those who take it never knowing what's ahead
the path is dark, lonely, and shivering
so beware, wanderer, of where you tread
The fire burns brighter
A scream is muffled by its flames
The rocks clash with no sound
The bodies being thrown around
The faces were cold, devoid of life
They would no longer know of any strife
A Silent tear would be shed
But no sound would be heard