Beyond the Pale

Lines form in dark recesses of the forest Or dark recesses of my mind? I have heard them lurking in the shadows Lord, is our holy errand cursed? Depraved land of furtive isolation There’s movement in the night… Nigh, draws his judgment of the pious Slaves to the caress of the Moirai Damned forever, as forsaken shores are dying Corrupted by the abyss I have traversed A wretched husk of vile desolation Still, I cry out for the light Minds Tainted By fear Beyond the Pale Lies Hatred Madness Beyond the Pale

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026