Dark Gothic

Dark Gothic blades, whips, sword & cross

blades, whips, sword & cross
sought after twilight sun
has tainted my inner vision
to reach the populace

blackened hearts with aroma
lurking in the sacred oblation
the forest has a soothing effect
minds fixed on adventure to unfold

to grasp a hold
the message of hope
searching in the night
vile asps left afloat

eyes with spots
eyes with tombstones in their heads
Satan laughing spreads his wings
we look deeper then ever before

the silence of it's beckoning noise
a whisper to lure the invited
shattered glass on the pavement floor
golden goblets, skull & poison asps

return into the night the day is far to spent
nature's beckoning call
a woman in waiting after the fall
cremation