Dark gloomy clouds gather on this moonless night
The light a few hours earlier by now has taken flight
A chill fills the air where before it had been so mild
Now the darkness downs the sun no longer smiles
Beside an eerie copse I hear the sounds of a violin
A Gothic maiden she, summons from the dark's within
As the gloomy clouds disperse, black shadows dance
Winged angels of the dark are captured with her trance
From amidst the darkened forest, shapes begin to appear
The chosen from the light, for now their time is near
Hoards of silhouetted shadows descend from the night
Their victims in bloodied frenzy, their eyes pecked on sight
From the dark forest they came, they are never to return
The Gothic maidens tune, has lured their souls to burn
As the new dawns arises, clothes lie in scattered torn
Whilst the army of her dark, welcomes her newly born
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nesting in dark caves
scaly spine breaching dark waves….
towards peril he braves
The Lay of The Last Dark Prince
Slithering to her madness still,
Darkness still reigned over his sill,
He gathered to her insanity,
Conversing gnashing tongues won't flee,
Spitting compliments from the dark,
To one with a large forehead mark,
Holding on to hell with his hand,
He refuses good with a stand,
Shimmering Cimmerian shade,
Holding hands with his one dark maid,
Fighting all that is good and light,
He remains with her through that night,
She lays down her final dark prince,
Failed Gods spiritual rinse,
Sunset with real love awaits,
Two christian spirits, true soulmates.
Lock up your daughters
The dark one is rising
Look to the day he arrives
Rejoice his uprising
Stay where you be
You sisters of pure
Soon you will sense
His darkened allure
Your innocence so virginal
He will demand
Upon laying
Infuse his command
She who will be chosen
Will attract the dark from your light
You sisters now reft
Will fade into his night
The cries of anew
Below skies of crimson red
Beside ruptures of lava
This day the light dreads
March into Hades
Rejoice from the light
Prosper in his dark
Revel in his right
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Mirth and pomp on high
Birds your soaring anthem bly
Angelic discourse; rapturous lullaby
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Sappy clouds bleed your snowy dye
Bleach the evil plume that dark spirits ply
With your balmy cloak enshroud every evil spy
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Fiery spright in your hoary sky
Reveal every shielded tower where evil spirits pry
Enlighten every dark deed and vixen alibi
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Availing wind bleat, sigh
Brandish scourging thunder; boisterous ally
With lightening speed scour every crevasse where airy spirits lie
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Sans sight dark did conspired to spark the light
A high arc of colours did mark the sky
The fight soon then involved the moon ray white
A sigh swoon sound begot a boon to spy
But who made such request for aid with woo
In hope they’d get support to raid and rope
Could new moon rays betray with noon damp dew?
Or slope dune’s sands to blind dark gloom with scope?
Then dawn who was betwixt soon grew a thorn
To kick through dark’s conspire into a prick
Then sworn twin dusk, mirrored as kin and clone
Did quick win moon’s approve to spin a trick
When light knew dark’s engaged most grew with fright
Save bright blue moon’s eclipse which drew the fight
Look at the moon and the stars above
Do not fear the dark my love
The dark is my serenity
Not for you but for me
Look in my eyes and you shall see
The pain I’ve felt for eternity
Look in my eyes as you draw near
Don’t look away do not fear
One more step and you will have
All the freedom of your past
Feel my breath upon your back
As my fangs pierce your neck
Feel the pleasure I shall give
For eternity we shall live
Side by side we will fly
Through the night through the sky
Until one day the sun shall rise
That will be our demise
On balanced stones
This elf girl sits
In a darkening world
No moon lit
In balance she is
Into her orb she peers
Our crescent moon
In capture i fear
Imbalanced we will become
As our time and tides
Widower earth
Having lost it's bride
This butterflied winged dark angel
From a distant past
To land on natures planet
Steal our moon from our grasp
For out there is our saviour
To regain our sacred moon
Before this dark haired elf
Leaves the earth an empty room
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She received a belligerent and suspicious stare,
from the dark demon of hatred and fear,
the dark demon was once an Angel,
he had no wings,
sharp shoulders hunched,
and sharp teeth that stings,
a ripple of some emotion
washed over her face,
she sensed the demon’s motion,
but she wasn’t afraid and there wasn’t a trace
the demon stirred, purred, almost like a cat,
face deep, dark, and looked like a bat,
her strange light colored eyes
flickered, sparked,
when the demon released the flies,
from the stench his body gave out,
she turned her head,
but nothing was said,
the dark demon just fell to the ground,
not breathing, completely dead.
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