There in silent black
sat a man who seemed to lack...

The blade the blade that beastly sight
Stricken deep in deaths dark night...

A drop a tear a final word
to you great beast of doom and war...

Tender tears of untold blue
fall down these cheeks of virgin hew...

A simple sin not lust but more
that ripped across my sleeping from...

A ripple forms in my mind
a twilight rip in time...

The beat goes on and on they say
taking with it ever day...

My eyes are gifted with this amazing view
across a garden of untold rule...

A shell of iron cords
rote throw pain and scorn...

Deep, Dark, and cold
a blue in my fallen soul...

As the world shifts to night
a creature wakes to bring the blight...

Sleeping in a the cradled low
were the demons play there shows...