MY STORY

I stod there alone, yet with company
On the house of ye's,rooftop.
Red tantalizing blood dripping, arrow shafts sticking out,
Every hole, every puncture, oozing lifes broth from my rotting corpse.


Standing there, I watched her cross the roads,
Across the towns of my sorrow.
I knew my body would perish,
My soul would wither.
Yet my legs, they betray me,
My eyes hollow sockets, watching her go..........


Being called i was, I knew i had better go,
And yet i stood there,
No sign of discomfort, no!! not even a groan!!.
What he would do, she knew,
Yet she moved on, all care for me gone.


There in my lonliness,
A smile upon his face he stood,
His hands on my soul.
And what could i do??
Except stand there,
Watching her go..........


I opened my mouth, the words wont come out,
Thats when i noticed my tongue...........fallen on the ground
And yet i called out, she turned her head around,
And said with a smirk on her face,
"your heart is dead, your mind on fire..........waiting for you is hells deadly pyre"


My heart by those words was pierced,
I knew now why my life was cursed.


ANd now heavens gardens and hells depth i walk,
He my slave, For his kindom i did take.
And now i be known to all,
Bow down O' Mortal,
For i WALKIN DEATH, shall be the fall of all!!!!