The Valley of Lost Souls

Stand forth the gates
To the valley of lost souls.
The cast iron grids open
A ceremonial bell tolls.

A dark purple sky
Quietly looms overhead.
Closer to the horizon
It slowly fades into red.

Clouds made of tears
Victims forever cry.
Playfully vanish and appear
Raining an eerie lullaby.

Skulls make the walls
Guiding the paths that they hold.
Each one with a tale
Baring secrets untold.

As the paths meet their end
Stone alters await.
Perched high a winged friend
Gargoyles of Fate.

Beyond each threshold
Flow rivers of blood.
Waterfalls in sight
Our body's wine they shall flood.

Caws of black crows
Soar with the breeze.
None alive shall seek haven
Nor have a feeling of ease.

Stroll along more
If you may dare.
There's plenty to adore
In this world of despair.

Tall wilting trees
Cast the shadows of fright.
Inside hollow trunks
Lurk creatures of the night.

White ghostly mists seep
Spanning the ground.
As the haunting fogs creep
Heed the winds sound.

To the east lies a garden
Which young Amy* now stays.
There flesh knows no pardon
And darkness forever plays.

Roses so bland
Tainted black and white.
Decorating this land
With a shadowy sight.

From their pedals they spill
The blood of the falling.
Soil below it shall fill
Quenching a souls thirsty calling.

The only light that will shine
Upon this eden of doom.
Comes from above so divine
From a dark-hearted moon.

It glows a mere orange
Floating full and ellipse.
Forever keeping its form
An eternal eclipse.

Dark cemeteries lie
Alone in the west.
Those left straying shall die
Putting their bodies to rest.

Those that are seen
Dare not speak a word.
Their cries and their screams
Can only be heard.

Black cloaks and dark robes
Cover faces of many.
Only to behold
White eyes of a plenty.

Stand forth the gates
To the valley of lost souls.
The cast iron grids close
A ceremonial bell tolls.

In this place we shall stay
Sitting upon its dark throne.
Here night conquers day
Welcome to your new home.