It has been a while since I've written some poetry. Enjoy.
Home by C.V.Hunt
Come look at mydarkest days,As memories mixwith ash and mud,They are led by darkestways,And leave anaftertaste of blood.
Stepping downfrom a crumbling throne,That I have fashionedout of despair,I'll guide throughthe unknown,Explore only ifyou dare.
The palace was builtwith broke hearts,They used to illuminatethe dark,I used bits ofbrains and other parts,Now follow me,as we embark.
Terrors lurkbehind every door,Along withfleeting hope,If you wish to seemore,Follow the slipperyslope.
Just beyond thehurt and pain,Lays the Mountainof Dying Dreams.There are noattempts of being vain,This area isexactly as it seems.
The fortress wasbuilt on a sea of tears,It was so longago,The walls were constructedof my fears,And then itbegan to grow.
The monsters hereare not persuaded, Doubt, Loathing,Pity, and Madness,They have allgrown bitter and jaded,Now this placeis filling with sadness.
The end of thisjourney is nowhere near,The path - itcrooks and bends, It is less foryou to fear, For your stay isat an end.
This place existsin my mind,And it'saccessed by invitation only,It's not an easyplace to find,Thanks for visiting,I was lonely.

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