Night's Tale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A tale of lamenting and promises of the night.

Submitted: August 14, 2018

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Where darkness meets the moonlight
 
 
 
I will sing a melody this night
 
Living for you only
 
In death you made my existence folorn and lonely
 
 
Take my hand and show me
 
What made you so free 
 
There will be much sorrow when the morning comes
 
Leaving me an empty shell feeling numb
Fearless I’m fighting the pain burning inside 
 
There ain't nothing here anymore for me to hide
Find the forces of my darkened  soul
 
Given to forces beyond my mortal control
No one can understand 
 
Why I ride in this Hellish land
Am I condemned to ride the blackest night alone?
 
It seems my queen will never see her throne
 
Tragic painting on the walls
 
 
The blood that stained the carpets and halls
 
In this castle where affliction reigns
 
So many died in vain
 
Hear their distant cries
 
Never again shall so many die
 
This is my symphony of death
 
Doomed to see their final breath
 
My dark blessing gives rise 
 
 
It seems they are there no matter how time flies
 
I hear the voice
 
Reminding me of the choice
 
I'm growing paranoid
 
Rising from the void
 
Of the memories gone by day
 
I'll find peace some other way
 
Dark is the path
 
Feeling the shadow's wrath
 

There are no stars that shine
 
Only a taste in the air like poisoned wine
 
Torment and sadness unleashed through these corridors
 
Ruins born from lands torrider
 
Fear is leading to the night
 
A curse and an undead blight 
 
Bloodline of vampires doomed to fulfill their need
 
They shall rise and again spread tragedy where they feed
 
Once  we were able to unite
 
Now the fangs snap and bite
 
Father Look into my  remaining eye
 
For your crimes again you must die
I shall kill you tonight to avenge
 
This is no longer just about my revenge
 
All those who died in vain
 
Hear their distant cries of pain
 
It shall be the last thing you hear when you are slain


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