MAURICE KIMBALL
Maurice Kimball
TM
GOTHIES POEM
“Deep down below the hollow echoes of musty damp breath and misty song air
Shattered wishing stones tossed beyond the black howling scare
Lies the reaping sounds of clanking, jingles of tattered threads sewing
filling sandbags of time
Very little seen, very little showing
Sowed seeds planted within a captive nativity shell
Ready to be harvested the Gothies dwell”
- Maurice
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GOTHIES WORD
We entertain your waking, sleeping mind
Playing music to create your bending time
A shadowy memory from yesterday
Living in the underworld ready to obey
Streyas will reap what they sow
Sleep tight and enjoy the show
You may never want to wake up again
But unless you’ve dead…
Your time for now will come to an end.
- Maurice
FIEND POEM
Dark shadow bending time
Mirrored waters forgetful mind
Dark hate fuels my path
Hazy existence cannot gasp
Torment is worst then black death
shadows can’t remember last breath
Music jolts to blinding light
Lores away my lost fright
GOTHIES whisper tunes of their intent
Follow the sounds of a new friend
Screeching gothic scream breaks the delight
The dark sounds shatters my blinding sight
I am… Fiend