Sense unbound.

Seer, see the distance nearing
I lay my eyes upon the clouds
I see the look of watchers searing
upon my weary sweating brow.

Feeler, feel vibrations tearing
my skin is peeled off pound for pound
I feel the touch of evil bearing
upon this aging body down.

Hearer, hear the howls of fearing
my ears are filled with hollow sound
I hear the cogs of mayhem gearing
rolling over hallowed ground.

The darkness in my heart now wearing
like chains around my ankles bound
the screams of agony I’m hearing
coming from my bleeding mouth.

And so into the distance peering
I hear the bells toll for the hounds
the gates of hell have opened leering
upon my weary soul unbound.

Daniel L. Raven | Wordsmith