Post by vynfyre on Jul 28, 2007 22:58:46 GMT -5
A drop of blood
forever drips
The blade of a knife
forever rips
on that frightful night when death occurred
In a place once of hope, of light
Darkness will now forever stir
A man driven mad
An angel gone bad
This is the tale
The tale of The Unholy Sacrifice
It was a dark and stormy evening
The day all birds stopped singing
and all plants stopped growing
On that midsummer night a man was kneeling
forever kneeling
On that midsummer night an angel was dying
forever dying
It was in a church on a hill
Isolated from civilization
Surrounded by woods of endless darkness
The man was praying
the angel was answering
“Lord, Oh Lord, take me away,
Take me away from this wretched place”
The man was without hope, praying for an end
That’s when the angel began to descend
The man stood up and unsheathed a knife
with a blade so sharp
He could easily cut short his dreadful life
He raised the blade to spill his blood
But the angel came before he could
The Creature of Heaven took the blade
Then set it on the alter
The man was awed yet very afraid
But his murderous feelings hadn’t changed
“Why, Oh Why, have you confronted me?”
“Such a sight I do not deserve to see”
The man confused was torn in two
For he wanted death though yearned to live
Slowly, ever so slowly, the angel said
“I’ve come to you to tell you now
That if death falls on this night in this chapel
you will be sent to hell”
The lashed out in fury
Anger consumed his once gentle heart
He felt that if the angel was gone
He would be free to control his fate
forever free
Unsurprised the angel dodged
The man then saw the angel turn
from heavenly sight to demon of hell
He grabbed the knife from upon the alter
and swung it at the evil dementor
missed by far, frustration grew
he threw the knife
to trap the demon’s life
forever on Earth
Losing power the demon turned ghostly
Attacking the man with the last of its power
That Attack came from the depths of Lucifer himself
Now the church is old and deserted
but if an unfortunate soul were to enter
He would here the shrieks of the devil
very low and very, very mellow
Then he would see the statue of a kneeling man
Forever trapped in living torment
Holding the knife that forever drips blood
That ripped through the very essence of evil
A drop of blood
forever drips
The blade of a knife
forever rips
-VynFyre
forever drips
The blade of a knife
forever rips
on that frightful night when death occurred
In a place once of hope, of light
Darkness will now forever stir
A man driven mad
An angel gone bad
This is the tale
The tale of The Unholy Sacrifice
It was a dark and stormy evening
The day all birds stopped singing
and all plants stopped growing
On that midsummer night a man was kneeling
forever kneeling
On that midsummer night an angel was dying
forever dying
It was in a church on a hill
Isolated from civilization
Surrounded by woods of endless darkness
The man was praying
the angel was answering
“Lord, Oh Lord, take me away,
Take me away from this wretched place”
The man was without hope, praying for an end
That’s when the angel began to descend
The man stood up and unsheathed a knife
with a blade so sharp
He could easily cut short his dreadful life
He raised the blade to spill his blood
But the angel came before he could
The Creature of Heaven took the blade
Then set it on the alter
The man was awed yet very afraid
But his murderous feelings hadn’t changed
“Why, Oh Why, have you confronted me?”
“Such a sight I do not deserve to see”
The man confused was torn in two
For he wanted death though yearned to live
Slowly, ever so slowly, the angel said
“I’ve come to you to tell you now
That if death falls on this night in this chapel
you will be sent to hell”
The lashed out in fury
Anger consumed his once gentle heart
He felt that if the angel was gone
He would be free to control his fate
forever free
Unsurprised the angel dodged
The man then saw the angel turn
from heavenly sight to demon of hell
He grabbed the knife from upon the alter
and swung it at the evil dementor
missed by far, frustration grew
he threw the knife
to trap the demon’s life
forever on Earth
Losing power the demon turned ghostly
Attacking the man with the last of its power
That Attack came from the depths of Lucifer himself
Now the church is old and deserted
but if an unfortunate soul were to enter
He would here the shrieks of the devil
very low and very, very mellow
Then he would see the statue of a kneeling man
Forever trapped in living torment
Holding the knife that forever drips blood
That ripped through the very essence of evil
A drop of blood
forever drips
The blade of a knife
forever rips
-VynFyre