The Fruits of Insomnia

[Proph]

  Hey everyone. I'm probably going to go insane at some point between now and the end of the day so I thought I'd post this now. I have been working at a frenzied pace to get everything ready for my finals and projects at the end of the semester at college. Last night I worked on/finished 2 projects and because of my bad habit of procrastination, I didn't sleep ONE WINK. That's right, I didn't doze off, take a nap or even rest my eyes.
So what does this mean to you? Well one of the projects was for creative writing, and after a failed attempt at writing a short story, I cranked out a few poems. One of the poems was in the style of a shakespearean sonnet that I'm proud to say was inspired by Solace. I hope you enjoy it (I'll leave it to you to decide what it's about, though it should be fairly obvious):

A decaying zombie dressed as a bard sings the haunting tune of 'Incarnation'

A chilling fear darts down the lane
Clothed in a choking black. His hands
Carry blood of a thousand slain
Warriors– motionless he stands.

A trav’ler of a terrible plight
Stops to rest his weary bones,
And wonders what the night will find
Beneath the brilliant, pallid stone.

Silent steps are heard by none
As cowardice and stealth befall
To see what spoils the night hath won
That they too might pierce the pall.

Into the darkness recedes the man.
As old as time, forever damned.