• Thy great sufferage summons thee
    Thy dark hart protests thy existance
    Come what ever dark forces may
    The fear in thy eyes
    Thy pounding pulse of thy elation
    Doust this be thy resoning for for the darkness that comith
    Thee hast no more resolve to fight such evil
    Thy only glimmer of hope be death
    Bearing claws of fear
    Teath of scorn
    Eyes of blood
    Thy fate is sealed
    Runnith no more for nothing can stop thee from meating thy dimise
    Say no more for the angel of whom finaly comith will guid you now to the light
    ---by Christopher Hale---