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Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul.
It smites me, and darkly my
viscera drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In agony I beg forgiveness
while Hell takes my hand.
Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon blind eyes.
This is my doom
Eternal
It is a night of sorrow, a song of blood,
wolves vent their cry. The eternal one
wakens.
Night shrouds her brooding form,
an eternal agony.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of vitality,
I pine.
Devoid of Love
the night falls as if slain by the sun, stricken are we.
the salvation for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the abyss.
all hope must surely perish.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
lost souls surround us, crying,
Sanctuary.
Imprisoned
Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always despairing, always somber,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my shamed soul.
Blood on a deathless face.
I raise my head, now embracing
this impassive fate.
Torn
I am chained here, bound to the night:
hurtling through this bitter void,
heart so bleak and empty.
this dread so heartless,
a tragic abyss,
forgotten;
yet I wish for
your warmth so vital.