Withered By Her Curse
Oh what have I done?!
My nightmarish curse claims another and their bloodhunt has begun!
Horrific composition built of murder, haunting me from within.
This most gruesome thought; now a trembling sight,
The last of my mistress left dead in the night!
Cruel and sudden; no pause for thought.
Seize her by her soft, trembling throat.
I taste her salty stream of tears,
I am the manifestation of her earthly fears!
In her final whispers, she begs for her life.
I grant her satisfaction, from the rusted blade of my knife!
Caught in the reflection in her dying eyes,
Was the image of a man and his wife!
For fear of death, they tremble before me.
Suddenly; they flee, the only witnesses to my crime!
Now I must hide, for I have been identified,
My face, an image now carved into their mind!
Oh, I will not painfully repent;
Oh, not when these threatenings can rest so innocent.
Oh; I am the great darkness!
Slaughterer of all that is pure
For I live to hear their spoken cries,
And smile to hear their moan!
Withered by her curse!
My Mistress!
From death be born; before my country, I am to hang,
I am the scourge unto the earth. Forever terrors will circle my grave!
My nightmarish curse claims another and their bloodhunt has begun!
Horrific composition built of murder, haunting me from within.
This most gruesome thought; now a trembling sight,
The last of my mistress left dead in the night!
Cruel and sudden; no pause for thought.
Seize her by her soft, trembling throat.
I taste her salty stream of tears,
I am the manifestation of her earthly fears!
In her final whispers, she begs for her life.
I grant her satisfaction, from the rusted blade of my knife!
Caught in the reflection in her dying eyes,
Was the image of a man and his wife!
For fear of death, they tremble before me.
Suddenly; they flee, the only witnesses to my crime!
Now I must hide, for I have been identified,
My face, an image now carved into their mind!
Oh, I will not painfully repent;
Oh, not when these threatenings can rest so innocent.
Oh; I am the great darkness!
Slaughterer of all that is pure
For I live to hear their spoken cries,
And smile to hear their moan!
Withered by her curse!
My Mistress!
From death be born; before my country, I am to hang,
I am the scourge unto the earth. Forever terrors will circle my grave!
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Writer(s): Rhys King
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