Does anyone remember a very old television show, Dark Shadows? When I was a kid, they tell me I would cut through the woods after school let out instead of taking the bus and run some 3.5 miles to catch it every day. I was always fascinated by that sort of things back then. Anyhow…
Crawled From the Crypt by Michael Doyle There are no limits to what men will do Of this much, I know to be true Unsealing doors meant to be sealed forever In vain pretense, it's seemingly clever Curious in habits that breed suspicion Bleeding truths out only by forced attrition There is a dark shadow cast over acts That cause the truth seeker to fight for facts There's too much cost to the silence Hiding behind veiled threats of violence What is it then we are trying And is it worth the cost paid in the buying Into the graveyards of storied yesterday The grandfather clock strikes tomorrow's way Some would pick the locks of secrets kept Chained in the sorrow of yesterdays wept Troubles trembled into living the now In borrowed sorrows reborn today somehow The push of the pull of the strong willed Uncloaking darkness that should not be revealed Unchain the coffin to let the evil out Sledge hammered to remove all residual doubt Be careful of what we wish for Is a well advised adage hanging on fate's door (c) March 16, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
