The Wishing Ones
by Gino Sanchez

The Terror that binds Cease to Dwell
Within the Caverns of my Sanctum's Hell
I shiver within another Moment's Grasp
The Poison which coiled my spirit, Deformed

The Anguish of a thousand Dreams
Enfilled with and Sorrowed Beams
These, the Demons of my Past
Will forever Haunt me No More


For I have found Bliss and I have found Wealth
Amongst the Gossip of Ethereal Whelps
With those who have ied and Fallen Cold
Who like me have lost their way Home

Here we have Gathered to share our Fears
Along with Hollow Wishes, turned to tears
And to find Comfort within a Higher Hope
That our Pains will not be brought by the Morrows