Such a night like this i have never seen
A perfect night for murder i say,
no wind so those wolves that come bearing chains
shall not smell the blood split on the forest floor.
How it glistens like rubies, a most precious stone
and a most precious life lost. spent.
Tragic is the story depicted under the oak tree
never again there shall the flowers grow,
the scent of death was to stick to that spot
a marked glimpse of an unusual passtime,
abnormal it may be, but whats confession between two friends?
Death did not fly on swift wings
a lingering pain etched deep lines,on a face so young
no sound..but silent screams echoed throughout
Death has no voice of which human ears can understand
But i heard it race to wake up all life,
to alert it of the horror i had bestowed.
to the minds eye a scene so messy had never been seen
Intestines hung as a banner of death along the branch,
the tounge removed. it would not be this one
not this one either to tell their tale
A lifeless corpse in all its slendor
glassy eyes that of a doll were all that remained
no heart to tell the truth, t'was slain.
A sinister act, but the blood with purge this sin
i see not how i am the one to be damned
the life was wasted before i took it alway
plundered on worthless obsessions and greed
how can it be me placed with this sin
now the wolves howel in the midnight hour
they to unaware the same desinty for them is near
the angel of death an unlikley ghost in darkness
never the less this is my truth.
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