Written on:2006-09-24
Time posted 10:27:25
Written by:Lobo Di Noccento
Title:Darkest Delight
Brilliance has its own rewards
like the black fire that burns
within your soul;
Sharpend daggers leave behind
a bloody trail that has long
since gotten cold;
Eyes darting from around the corners see you when you pay attention not and, hot beads of cold sweat make ready for the unseen onslaught;
Its comming,its comming like silent death in the dark embraces of night with hardend steely arrow heads marking ready for passionate pain's most darkest delight;
Soon comming there is a Carpathian Drumming encircling like a prevailing force; Ready to start the malestrom along and, down its violent path to take its final course;
Bleeding now is the Sorrow with Crimson Tears of Red and,lying in its wake is found all the unclaimed dead.
How long can you live without your love?;
How long without your light?;
How long since you tasted the
marrow with its shapness and, bite?;
Will u die for me this day?;
Will U pay what you owe?
Or, will you cast fate to the wind
and, lay down your bow;
For i am he who is Herne
For i am he who is Choron
For i am he who comes when all hope is thought to have moved on;
I come in the dreams of night
and,i come when Ra touches the sky and, burns bright;
I am the dusk and, dawn of day
I am music that leads the way
I am here and, in ages past for
I am eternal and, shall forever last
