Monday, April 16, 2007

I am Satan's Bride to be



Satan marrying me

I am his one and only

Screaming out for his lonely
I will be his bride to be


That grown I wore
Is bloody red and more

His scaly hand reach out
Putting the wedding band for me

Forever I shall be
Leaving this joyless field

And into his arms of agony...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

For My Fallen Angel

As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.

On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
Where we ran.

Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won't dry for many years.

"Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Deaths ebon dart
To strike her dead."