The RisingA Poem by Natalie CJust playing ...
Darkened mistress of this hallowed night Raise your arms high Summon the shadows So the dead can come and play Tonight, underneath this bloody moon Lost souls drip from its dying gloom As forgotten breaths floats away Evaporating into her charcoal sky Icy winds cut deep like tainted blades From diminished mouths of the forsaken Rattling tarnished bones Of those who once stood in their way Desolate beasts drag their feet Erasing paths which lead to the light Whilst angels comes alive Frantically looking for those who have survived Bashful cries shatter their minds Tearing apart pieces of a pounding heart Gleaming eyes vindictively scanning the plains Making sure nothing remain as the undead becomes once more Fangs, razor sharp pierce Absent thoughts about a life above As the underworld slowly awakens Faithfully serving her unworthy cause Dominating one Needing to control all With guilt stained hands, they grab They pull you closer and closer to your doom Addictive chanting poisoning voice of reason Slowly infecting all logical thoughts Like a viper in the darkened night Viciously killing what was left of this life
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