Forked Tounge

Forked Tongue

For whence wind doth blow icy,
ye shall shiver deep within thy soul.
From forked tongue doth ye lie,
upon weary pray doth thou prowl.

Ye shall take the form of a crow.
For whence wind doth blow icy,
Ye shall shiver deep within thine own soul.

Upon a midnight clear,
thy shall see with thine own eyes.
The son of the one on high.
He shall cast thy evil soul.
Into eternity within a lake of fire.

Forsake ye did the son,
Mocked his blood thee did,
whence thou uttered lies,
from thine forked tongue.

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Heaven's Betrayer

Heaven's Betrayer

A prick of thy finger.
A droplet of crimson blood.
Forms a pact that forever lingers.
The king of hell's minion's shall own thy soul.
Written upon parchment that cannot be torn.
Thy soul shall be forever his tool.
Eternity within his lair,
shall thy soul belong.
A rift with the son.
That shall never be repaired.
Whence thou succumb,
to heaven's betrayer.

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Frozen Rose

Frozen Rose
Suspended within a frame of her life.
A horrific moment in her reality.
Plays in repetition, a broken reminder.
It does not move beyond that moment.
Frozen, frigid in her soul.
It's veins seethe with fear, pain and sorrow.
Life flows through it feeding from her very being.
Suspended within her own reality,
frozen in time, as a frozen rose upon a field of snow..
She is the Frozen Rose... ....

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