XII. Doubt

A day filled with gloom and images of dismal doom. So many emotions do clash As the lightning violently flash He steps up with a smile to face an enemy so very vile. Speak may I to the cruel beast who wishes to make hope its feast? Closing down all levels of trust until it is nothing, but a little dust. A battle is lost and so is some hope - He stands up and attempts to cope. "Nevermore shall I fall," he yells as it rings its dinner bells. Feasting it shall do. Turning everything a blue hue. Trust not in anyone's word For liars are all around like a sheep's herd. The best it wants not for you Desires for you to be blue. Forever shall it attack the two Until kill it they so do. Just when you think its dead It has another wicked head "Nevermore shall I fall," he yells as it rings its dinner bells. Feasting it shall do. Turning everything a blue hue. Forever shall it attack the two Until kill it they so do. Just when you think its dead It has another wicked head "Nevermore shall I fall," he yells as it rings its dinner bells. Feasting it shall do. Turning everything a blue hue.