The Children Of The Pendulum Collaboration with F.D. Ravenskraft and Eric Shelman

The Children of The Pendulum

By FD Ravenskraft & Eric Shelman


Part 1

The birth of the darkest hour

The curse of the enraged power

The constant struggle

In the brutality of the humble

We all live by the blade

The seeker of the dead

Children of all

The Pendulum calls

The Midnight sibling 

are the legends of the fall

In the beginning

We are the ending

To begin


Part 2


We will make a new dystopian utopia

Ruled by us, the cursed and damned

Where we will become gods and goddesses

Over everything and everyone will bow to us

Changing the sacred beliefs into profane rituals

Forcing order to become chaos

Eliminating everyone and everything

That gets in our way and disagrees with us

Everyone will know us as Children of the Pendulum who revolutionaries for change for the better somewhere in between black and white and not just a murky or light gray color.


Part III

F.D.'s End


All is well

We both tell a gruesome riddle

To bring you a poetic tale

Of us all

The Pendulum shall swing

To end all dreams

Everything shall be what it seems.


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