[Diaries Of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.11: The Were-Wolfs Final Chapter]

 

[Diaries Of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.11: The Were-Wolf's Final Chapter]

 

 

The curfew at the hour of darkness tolls…

And thus the nearness of night!

Ghosts and pilgrims of sorrow hide now…

And cover of fear out of sight!

 

The corpse is shaking…

The eyes are aching….

And the soul is done!

 

The stones are still…

The spirits are watching…

Leaping for the kill!

Fortune's fullest out…

And the back bones how they chill!

 

The excitement of chase…

The senseless pace…

Of betrayal and disgrace!

 

And the hours of night…

Come faster now…

As so the fight…

And the bazaar of might!

 

The tears are running…

The pain is deep!

No longer now…

Will the were-wolf inside me sleep!

 

Its quarters were shakened

And his sleep disturbed!

Its bloodied coulters betook…

And war declared!

 

He rises from his rest… broken and sore…

Arms crackling to its near death…

So long has it been asleep…

He forgot he was alive!

Against the unholy waged his war…

And fought until his final breath…

Leaveth none what destiny couldn't keep…

For victory he shall strive!

 

And death is only a path way…

Darkness roam for long…

Yet we only felt it today!

And its devouring my body…

As life gets twisted in this masquerade!

 

Angels of fire will fall from the sky…

Heaven and hell will beset to burn!

All our pains go tender…

As our worlds collide, together they turn!

Of this wolf…

And I the man…

And the rising of the unholy templar of truth!

Covered in ashes we cry out thy name…

Come cover us with death…

And through worldly living…

Never again!

 

By: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[Lyra H]

Dark, twisting, detailed. And, of course, perfect.