Saturday, August 13, 2011
Whore of Babylon
Thursday, February 3, 2011
"A hope"
Rain of fire.
Burning desire
Lust inflame
Extinguished dreams.
Chaos gain
Breathren falls.
Embellished shame
Insects and plague swarm
Cries of languish and cries of guttural plead.
Rings the very lawn
Ripening the pulp under the mistletoe
Lavender bough teaming with moths
With sanguine juice flooding the shrouds
Laughter pain floods the gates
Drowning the pools with their very Chaste
As Beaming hate welcomes their fate
Where hope fall as mists fade
Light the bloody blade
Of never ending flay
Some play some lay
Sins this forlong parade
As end of days rain
A fallen raises his bloodied gauntlet bane
and his cry pierces the Lane
Like a beacon bathing the mourning high
Arise the keepers of fate.
Once lost once driven to madness
By their own wayward ways
Rise to shut the keepers of the shade
And end the battle to purge ahead
With raised blisternig sword the shadows fall.
Crimson light painting this damned hall
Daemons Angels Wraith Orcs trolls and fleshy Mongrels
Gods and Goddesses alike
Rush to meet their foe
Depair and dread fills
As the chosen slice them whole
And make them look like a whore
Immortality comes from within
as the greats fall
While the unbroken shards flow
Burrowing through the putrid below
As Armageddon ends
Caressing th burnt
The silvery river wanes
Healing and making as Life grows
To run its old course
The chosen shade out
Never to be seen alight
For the days of reckoning laid to rest
A lesson to be learnt ahead
By the imbeciles that grow dead (and that means u)..