Nightmare

Stalked by shadows of o so dark a past
Glimmering blood smeared axe,
Protruding from the skull of the buried alive
Hacked to the summit of mortality.
A black pool of crimson weeping through a dead grave
A white stone mottled with black.

Eons of ages
A passing of medieval times
The unearthed tomb lay, unknown to the living.
Metal bells toll
To and fro, to and fro.

In the darkest moment of midnight
While ev'ryone's gone aweary
Quiet stillness, sound numbness.
Hark then, the whisper of a breath.
Faint but an icy staccato.
Cold for a thousand years, but a singular warmth
Pervades the atomosphere.

            "Hush now my beloved
              Die and let me live,
              Cease your life...quench that mellow beating
              For you were only a marionette,
              A player of my masquerade."