The Moon’s glows enclosed in caskets
So I stroll through zones of blackness
And roam through poems of passion
On the road to Rome it happen
I open the gates as Death approaches, followed by a swarm of locus
Cloaked in black and staff half broken, skull was cracked in fact eroded
Face was masked and lacked emotion, eyes bleed red like rats and roaches
He moved in such a placid motion, no devotion in his steed
Just floated by like tumble weeds, a ghost in fact I had just seen
For his horse was black as tea, perhaps has black as shadows seem
As shallow breeze wisped across me, as I strapped the saddle seam
To a near by tree and guided Death to the Castle’s feast
I dare not breath his potent airs that spun amongst the winds
His darkness hung with beastly snares in conjunction with his sins
We traveled through the orchard fields with every step the roses kneeled
As if to say goodnight, for every step he took in stride the roses would just die
Every plant was brunt to sod as if to match is cape and hood
His fingers look like rotten wood his sleeves a drooping thread
He pointed at the ravage dogs that stood amongst the ledge
Their habits went from good to bad and even into threat
They barked aloud in savage styles
and massive growls at this creepy mess
He grasped his staff and split their breast exposing open chest
Their hearts were froze and flesh was cold by this touch of death
He took their souls so I suspect - though I never asked
I stopped a while to rest my feet, but Death was rather fast
Continued through the orchards and up the dusty steps
Entered through the forums and proceeded to the left
We heard the music loud and clear coming down the halls
The old castle had a lot of strengths but lacked it in the walls
The Ball was amidst us, but soon a sudden pause
The awes from the invites came from what they saw
But trouble did not lie in the image thus at all
For Death was pissed beyond believe - his jaws were dripping razor teeth
These people lay jeopardy , desperately some tried to flee
But never made it past their seats - they glared at he with grave struck eyes
As poison rains from Zeus’s skies inducing blazing strikes of light
Through window pains in muted aims lightning came in lucid flames
Ending human life - his handy tool sliced through fools
Who dare assume Christ would guided them through this room
And deliver them from doom - some people screamed in agony
As if they knew their paths would lead to Satan’s burning fumes
But I did not morn a single one
For you see hell was formed from the evilness they bore
They were all of noble blood and rotten to the core
They gave a fuck about their subjects and only covet wealth
They played the people as if puppets and only loved themselves
So I felt no gilt a course as nature took its final course
I hoped upon my stagnant horse and headed east to Rome
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