The Tale Foretold
Upon that which we build our house, lies a dark secret within.
One so dark it was forgotten but vivid to this day, scratched upon the walls a story left untold.
The bond once so strong, told how it was so easily broken, laid waste to years and only dust remains.
Where once told to rally and recruit, now is whispered with caution and dread.
So here I stand looking at the tale upon the wall, thinking of the lost souls forever trapped in that forbidding place.
The secrets no longer wanting to be told, I curl around my pain and turn away from this tale that scratches at my being making me itch under my skin and regret ever reading your words.
The house that was built upon your back with the tale dug into your walls, I forget and want no more.
One so dark it was forgotten but vivid to this day, scratched upon the walls a story left untold.
The bond once so strong, told how it was so easily broken, laid waste to years and only dust remains.
Where once told to rally and recruit, now is whispered with caution and dread.
So here I stand looking at the tale upon the wall, thinking of the lost souls forever trapped in that forbidding place.
The secrets no longer wanting to be told, I curl around my pain and turn away from this tale that scratches at my being making me itch under my skin and regret ever reading your words.
The house that was built upon your back with the tale dug into your walls, I forget and want no more.
11 years ago