Old English

Decapitate thy soul and mount upon a post for all who shall see thee deepest depths of thy loneliest darkness.

Shed thy blood as black as coal, use it as ink to spread messages on these very walls.

Walk these very halls in the coldness of the night, while the wind whispers soft words into the air chilling you down deep into the soul of your mind.

Let thee mind wonder through the trees and travel through moon and stars to get to point and lead you to your untimely end.

Face thee surpassed, dreaded fear with a look of passion upon thou's darkest face.

Keep a memory of thee locked into thou's mind.

Refuse to forget what painful memories you have burned into thy's skin.

Forever shall thy very spirit haunt thou every move.

And make thou regret all that thou hast done.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

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