Now
is thy
Darkness
of Discontent
For now is thy
Darkness of Discontent
Dark Eulogy of
a life misspent
Dark Tragedy
within the rage
thou vents
To seek
thee out
from Hell thou sent
satanic beasts
from the
bowels of Hell
Black of heart
from thy wishing well
To torment thee
every day and night
This Satanic Spell
thou canst not fight
For now is thy
Winter of Discontent
Thine anger is a rage
so deep
thou vents
Yet do not think it
such a surprise
when thy soul
is tormented
by piercing eyes
Tossing and turning
as thou dreams
away
What dark spirits
willl come thy way?
My dear
canst thou not feel
the rage thou sends?
So deep
so dark
there will be no end?
It will pierce thy soul
torment thy mind
Make thee see things
of another kind
Manipulation
of the elements
is all it took
Reciting from the
tome
by
Bell,
Candle
and
Book
Do not think it so
thoust will get away
For awakened are
those demons
who have come to play
For now is thy
Darkness of Discontent
Now is thy time
of
RECOMPENCE
Copyright
{c} 2010
Wayne Leon Learmond
Now is thy Darkness
of Discontent
All Rights Reserved
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