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| Impaler By: Genisia Gess |
| Dark Crimson lights the blackened moon They're madly riding to their doom With anger coursing through their veins It is the cadence of the insane... They ride full speed into the night, With her in hand they take flight. In superstition lies their trust, Her innocence will fulfill his lust. These walls have seen the sun rise, on a battlefield of dead. The dark moon takes it's place, Lightning moats that glisten red. The Impalers in the tower, sharpening his wicked pikes. For there's no rest in the blackest wood, For the blood will flow tonight. The gates open by hands unseen, invited to his tainted dream. Silence is pierced by a sinister yell, They realise they've entered hell. The forest of impaled rises so high, silhouetted against the sky. Revenant Visages' frozen aghast, A ghoulish reflection of heros past. These walls have seen the sun rise, on a battlefield of dead The dark moon takes it's place, :Lightning moats that glisten red. The Impalers in the tower, sharpening his wicked spikes. For there's no rest in the blackest wood, For the blood will flow tonight. His world is screams and agony, And he's as content as he can be. Then he sees her kneeling there, Like an answer to his prayer. Blood from the battle defliles ivory, He pulls her up so that he might see, Her naked skin splattered with red, A lone heartbeat in the field of the dead. These walls have seen the sun rise, on a battlefield of dead The dark moon takes it's place, Lightning moats that glisten red. The impalers in the tower, sharpening his wicked spikes. For there's no rest in the blackest wood, For the blood will flow tonight. Unnatural rhythm, surreal beauty, Awaits to fulfill her twisted duty. His dagger reaches for her skin, and finds it's sheath somewhere within. She smiles weakly and lifts her wrist, Offers him eternal bliss. Gently ask him to partake, With one taste he sealed his fate. Today will be the last of the sun, You have wiped it from your eyes. And my blood will be your prison, It will be the tears you cry. So drink me dry and use me up, and enjoy your final dawn. Your curse will be immortal, For I am the wicked's spawn. Dark Crimson lights the blackened moon, Another night inside his tomb. Where hungers all that remains, And darkness his immortal chains... |