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We Who Play With Toys of Bone.

This is something I wrote for members in another forum. I doubt anyone will understand the references or really what is is about, nor the significance of the meaning but I thought I would share it here two.

We Who Play With Toys of Bone

I am the shadow of the darkness
I walked where few dare to tread.
Come you broken souls and hopeless.

from the shadowed halls you fled,
come into my sacred embrace,
to unite the solitude of souls bled.

In shadowed halls of blood writ lace,
where children play with toys bone,
And the demons fear our tearing face.

Come you children with hearts of stone
in my embrace to share your pain,
For the face we know is the devils alone.

My shattered soul with your pain near
seek me and watch the nameless stars
In shadowed arms to catch your tear

You secrets keepers from hidden lairs
Welcome me into your sacred ground
And be free of their wicked prison bars

where fettered words left you bound
Come little secret keepers tell me a story
A truth and a lie on sidewalks ground.

Take my hand and leave the devils glory
I will not leave you in halls of blackened bone
to suffer, weep all alone and none to carry

In those phantom halls of sticks and stone
with a broken song for a shattered soul
Leaving nothing but your forsaken tone

Where I watch your pain, suffering roll
wither into oblivion of soul's fathom
where you drown alone a lifeless dole

to live that pain of the devils phantom
with lipless mouth to speak no word
gouged eyes to ignore pains chasm

To scream silent tears at fear poured,
at the torment that left you bloody shame
Among the devils haunting vile road

that left children's body bloody tame
In those halls of sticks and stone
with that piercing wound left you lame

The shadows of bloodied knife's tone
to end the pain of your broken soul
and leave the devils warmth alone

where shadows weep, a single toll
and cry for the tear you do not spare
mourn the pain of that souls hole

Take my hand children, all you fair
and let me share in your shattered pain
do not walk the halls of the devils lair

Do not walk alone amid tearing rain
welcome my sacred embrace interred
come watch the nameless stars aflame

Walk the night among the shadowed
where children play with toys of bone
and we lay together in pain so flawed

Walk the sacred ground forever stone
and tell me a story with your broken song
I am the shadow made of hollow bone

with lipless mouth tell me a story, song.
A truth and a lie to help you get by
with silent scream of pain ringing long

I weep tender tears, yours to keep nearby
For I am the nameless, night shadow
I am the truth behind that blacked lie

I am the truth of your fears that grow
A simple truth, that you must not fear
no matter that devil's averring glow

A truth you all know children dear
the truth of your shadowed soul
you are not the lies you keep to rear

You are not the bloodied shoal
no, take my hand, watch the stars
For this night I cry for you sole

I cry for you in demons worded bars
For the truth you too shamed to see
in the solitude that is none but ours

The beauty I see you cannot flee
yes children, you all are special
for that simple truth you dare to see

You are you, you in that broken cradle
The aurora borealis who dares the night
In halls of bone you with single candle

Where children play with bones never light
I love you for the simple truth, you are you
A simple truth we hide with such might

Take my hand and walk together two
Tell me your painful story a truth and a lie
I care because you are you, a simple truth

With me on sacred ground where souls die
and together weep our tears of painful loam
For I the nameless shadow for you cry

And leave the secrets of the nights tome.
N.A.

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