The Chamber
Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 4:50 am
The meloncholy shades of torment in grey abound,
as a figure enters in without a sound.
The darkness in protest recedes by the torches advance.
Footsteps stir the dust in a macabre dance.
Into the chamber she comes, with a fey glance she comes.
The acrid stench from the blood gleefully shed,
the copper hues mixing with the red.
into the chamber she comes, with a feral countenance she comes.
At one with the night, and bearing of fearful dread, ghostly pale as frost;
into the chamber she comes, seeking that which was lost.
The immortal soul in tragedies abound;
with the wails of agony circling 'round.
Her icy heart untouched by the pitiful cries of victims past,
into the chamber she comes. With the blessing of hell,into the chamber she comes.
Unrepentent and with death in her heart,
unforgiving and damned she comes to impart;
the merciless acts of evil upon he whom she seeks.
Unrequited love is folly untold, consequence rarely measured.
The flush of cheeks, and innocence given but never treasured.
Into the chamber she comes,with steely resolve into the chamber she comes. There, in the corner, sitting alone and aside, the vial of her revenge awaits. Unassuming and still, she takes the vial and in a moment of time prays the fates. deliver into her hand by which her own life was taken,
he who having had the prize, left her forsaken.
The Fates to whom she prayed answered swiftly without delay,
for into the chamber he did stray, without suspecting what awaited into the chamber he did stray.
The end of the tale is as old as time.
The woe of a woman scorned and of revenge sublime.
The depths of the chamber whose secrets still hold fast,
the doors close at the last. In the silence of the night the doors close at the last.
As the night gives way to the dawn, our tale ends in yet another name, engraved within the echoes of the chamber.
as a figure enters in without a sound.
The darkness in protest recedes by the torches advance.
Footsteps stir the dust in a macabre dance.
Into the chamber she comes, with a fey glance she comes.
The acrid stench from the blood gleefully shed,
the copper hues mixing with the red.
into the chamber she comes, with a feral countenance she comes.
At one with the night, and bearing of fearful dread, ghostly pale as frost;
into the chamber she comes, seeking that which was lost.
The immortal soul in tragedies abound;
with the wails of agony circling 'round.
Her icy heart untouched by the pitiful cries of victims past,
into the chamber she comes. With the blessing of hell,into the chamber she comes.
Unrepentent and with death in her heart,
unforgiving and damned she comes to impart;
the merciless acts of evil upon he whom she seeks.
Unrequited love is folly untold, consequence rarely measured.
The flush of cheeks, and innocence given but never treasured.
Into the chamber she comes,with steely resolve into the chamber she comes. There, in the corner, sitting alone and aside, the vial of her revenge awaits. Unassuming and still, she takes the vial and in a moment of time prays the fates. deliver into her hand by which her own life was taken,
he who having had the prize, left her forsaken.
The Fates to whom she prayed answered swiftly without delay,
for into the chamber he did stray, without suspecting what awaited into the chamber he did stray.
The end of the tale is as old as time.
The woe of a woman scorned and of revenge sublime.
The depths of the chamber whose secrets still hold fast,
the doors close at the last. In the silence of the night the doors close at the last.
As the night gives way to the dawn, our tale ends in yet another name, engraved within the echoes of the chamber.