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A Child’s Lullaby
Laying before my dark throne you are battered and bruised.
What, dear child, made you think that I can be used?
I will not stand for this. There is something amiss.
You frail little girl cannot run from me.
Wherever you go I will see.
A child of eighteen should know
what happens when you throw
your soul to the white skinned Drow.
You seemed to have forgotten
the tales that your grandfather taught
under the apple tree of rot!
Laying before my evil thrown you are bruised and broken.
What, dear child, made you think that it is worth a small token?
I cannot stand your bleeding face. By tonight you will be in your place.
You frail little girl cannot hide for long.
Soon you shall be inticed by my song.
A child of eighteen should know
what happens when you throw
your soul to the white skinned Drow.
You seemed to have forgotten
the tales that your grandfather taught
under the apple tree of rot!
Laying before my hellish thrown you are broken and crushed!
What, dear child, makes your souls so violent that all you must do is blush?
I cannot stand your scarred figure. Almost makes me sad knowing I did this to you, Lunure.
You frial little girl has no reason to cry.
By the end of the morning no one will know that you are soon to die.
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Rain
Tasteing the pouring rain
As I’m masking my pain
Crying as I watch my blood drain
It’s just too much
I can’t feel your touch
Please let me see you again
I long to see you again as I
Taste the puring rain
As I watch you mask your pain
When you drive the knife in my chest
With all your best
You cut my bleeding; pleading heart
I can’t taste the rain
I can’t feel your pain
There’s nothing left of me to drain
I shared you my tears
Throughout all these dark years
Becasue of you I know of fear
The wind cuts my face
I can’t seem to leave this place
The nightmare that is my reality
There is no such thing as morality
You taste the rain
As I mask my pain
I cry as I watch your blood drain
Carressing your skin,
Loveing you within
What have you done to me?
Why do you refuse to see!?
Tasteing blood in the rain
As you watch me mask my pain
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The Requiem
I loved you so much. How did I ever know that what I did could hurt you so?
I will never again see your beautiful smile. I never knew all this while.
Your skin is cold to my touch. What led me to force your blood to stop its flow?
I walk toward you from the slow moving line. I shed a tear for what was once mine.
I stop and look at your peacefull face. My tears start to flow at an uneven pace.
Why did you do this to yourself, I wisper at you. How could I have done this to you?
I walk back to my seat and fight my tears. The war rages on for what seems like years.
Both our familes try to confort my pain. All their effert is in vain.
The parade slowly roles down the street. I am told to relax; I can’t feel my heart’s beat.
We surround you for one last time. My mouth tastes of a bitter lime.
My tears run down my face like a small ball as I watch your casket slowly start to fall.
I walk toward your open grave and wisper a small prayer so I can bury my pain with you.
With both hands I pick up a hand full of dirt from the black mound. I toss in the dirt and howl like a hound as I hear the echo of the clumps bounce and tumble down your red-oak bed.
I didn’t mean to hurt you so. And now my tears begin to flow.
I want to stay and sleep with you. I want to stay and be with you.
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Please tell me what you all think.