CURSE THE RISING SPHERE

 

 

 

Curse the rising sphere

The orb that makes the shadows disappear

While Mortals bask in its blaring light

We run and fight for life

But when midnight tolls its darkened hour

Graves open like nightshade flowers

Seraphim falls from heavens grace

We rise

Ravenous, vicious; pale faced

We slip through open windows

Hiding beneath the shadowed meadows

Seeking the substance of the dying

Whose blood we long to swallow

But too soon the hunger persists

Their unfathomable souls

Unable to fill our hungry holes

So Curse the rising sphere

The orb that makes the shadows disappear

We’re forced to commit to slumber

Submitting to the spell we’re under

We remain locked in a dream of woven thorn vines

Unable to wake until the orb no longer shines

So we sleep for now in peace and without care

As the sun rises fast, your life is spared

But know this

We will come again on the wings of ageless windstorms

Immortal

Unyielding

And hell borne

So hide behind your deadlocks and security systems

It will never stop you from being our victims

You can try your spells and holy relics

Your chants, churchyards and charms

But as long as that fluid pumps through your veins

                                  The threat will always remain the same

Author's Note

changed a couple errors...