Leper Angel Poem by Kevin Patrick

The ghosts are marching from the pasts
strange ravens laughter's coming fasts
Old Nightmares leer with omens casts
A blood moon sings on my black mass

The stones whisper their ancient runes
Casting their laughter through the Tombs
where ghouls come creeping from the gloom
to chew my soul til my bones blooms

Fear lays reaped and time devours
Inside of the eldritch power
And I'm ensnared in the dark tower
Lay Lost inside the witching hour


And I will wear a crown of flies
Made of sins of saints painted lies
And hell will burn, make red the skies
and take my demons to baptize


And I will dance as heaven blasts
In sweet realms of violet noon's
Where prophets rot and learn to cower
When leper angels come to rise