The Devils Riddle

The Devils Riddle Dark is the night Dark is the soul Dark is the heart that used to glow Empty are the rainbows falling from the skies Empty of the spirits when the darkness flies by Empty is the treasure chest of dreams long gone Tombs hold secrets of mysteries past Tombs hold the dark to ensure it will endure Tombs full of treasures are barren at last Stones are grey in silence they sit Stones are markers of the dark run amiss Stones look up to overcast skies death looks down, the final curtain call smirks and winks, I will soon have you all dark and empty you shall soon be enslaved to the mysteries of dark empty ways there is no final place that you shall rest emoH the angel of death has declared “oN graves the trumpets play as I shall sing”