by Argent Aisling
In the nightmare world of reality
Shadows of hell promise
Oh, dark Goddess
We plead for your mercy
Walking Death is among us
Her dark hand waits
To clasp us to her bousom
Oh, Lady, take us to that place
To rest with out pain of hell
Please, if I must go
let it be with out shame
Oh, Lady, help us
Grant us peace
Walking Death has come among us
In the nightmare world of reality
Visions of hell await
Oh, dark God
We summon your wrath
Walking Death is among us
His dark hand grasping
To crush us to his chest
Oh, Lord, take them to that place
To writhe with pain of hell
Please, if I must go,
Let it be with out shame
Oh, Lord, help us
Bring us victory
Walking Death has come among us
In the nightmare world of reality
Raging hell surrounds
Oh, dark People
We suffer your fury
Walking Death is among us
Your dark hand groaping
To torture all who oppose you
Oh, Gods, take them to that place
To silence that hell
Please, if I must go,
Let it be with out shame
Oh, Gods, help us
Bring us an end
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Copyright © 2006 - Argent Aisling
Published: 8/28/06 · Author's Page · Next Poem