Tormentors Regret
Silent is the night
as the demon awakes
from his restless sleep
cursed of love and ridiculed of hate
he crawls on the floor of the earth
weeping the sorrows of the lost souls
choking back the tears that don't fall
with the screams of salvation from the innocent
its his beauty they don't call
the meek will inherit the grounds we walk
by turning the other face to face
as he howls to wake the dead
and march on our tormentors
and their very lost souls ...
Brooke Dylan
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