the sprint

together we rip apart,
for the dense fog that's shining,
for the alabaster sun...
for the wind so close to whining...
their beating hearts in our hands
beheaded corpses' floor
beneath the haunted lores,
we shimmer to be known.
purple venom bites,
their impaled skins white
whatever minds they held,
now are ruining the dungeon slime.
safer place to be,
in the mist of green.
the blue so hazy now
like a sheet of glee.
another twilight drowns.
the albino freed.
in the depths of lust
of a sensual greed!
roaming in tired steps,
the alien never meant to be.
ceasing in timelessness.
worse than the souls
stuck in pathways;
the believers of an untamed prophecy.