Dark Entries - Winter's Verge

In the old part of town, there’s a house from the past,*

That lies like a dark rested soul

And up in the attic, where the spiders are kings

Sits a bookshelf of silver and gold

A book stands within it, as black as the night

And it’s pages are not filled with lies

The stories it holds were written in pain

From lost and unfortunate lives

Entry by entry, page by page

A soul is taken away

Into the blackness, cursed to the darkness

A diary of hero’s betrayed

This book is a diary given to few

Who their country they served and obeyed

The ones who their statues stand high and remind

Of an act that forever will stay

They’d seal their own page and smile with a grin

Thinking that they will be great

But they did not know that by signing in blood

It meant that they signed off their fate

Only a few have seen this book

In silence the scramble through life

They dare not to speak of the nightmares they’ve seen

And the horror that creeps in their minds