Dead Vows

A dark soul stand waiting on sacred ground,
Waiting for the Gothic angel to hear her sound,
Her long black silken hair blows in the wind,
Her eyes glowing blue tempting within,
He reaches his hand out to hold her close,
Offering her the undying black rose,
She turns her angelic face and sees him there,
He freezes still and can only stare.

She slowly glides over in her long black gown,
Glares in his black eyes as he looks down,
She smiles at the angel with her blood lips,
He puts his skeleton hand on her hip,
He looks and sees the beauty in her eyes,
She sheds a tear and starts to cry,
He puts the undying rose around her finger,
They know there souls will forever linger.

The dark souls gently kiss,
His cold skull presses against her lips,
They turn and walk together hand in hand,
Together for eternity collecting the souls that were damned,
They climb aboard the blackened mare,
Forever flying through the blissful air,
The Grim Reaper and his immortal bride,
Will eternally walk together side by side.