I Write Poetry
Shadow walker, the nights own hands
come reaching out, with ice and cold
freeing spirits trapped inside -
The mortal coil that does unfold -
into several clouded realms.
king of kings and kings of things -
Halls of light and devil helms
darkness stretches, grasps and flings
each ethereal body. Now to Hells -
own paradise of blood and death
still inside the monstrous cells.
Here's to him! The thief of breath!
His cloak so dark and sword so fell.
come reaching out, with ice and cold
freeing spirits trapped inside -
The mortal coil that does unfold -
into several clouded realms.
king of kings and kings of things -
Halls of light and devil helms
darkness stretches, grasps and flings
each ethereal body. Now to Hells -
own paradise of blood and death
still inside the monstrous cells.
Here's to him! The thief of breath!
His cloak so dark and sword so fell.