Withering Thorns

 

Inside of my temple there is a calamity as my storm rages within my blood.

She haunts me in my moments of sleep,

awaking to see her holding me as my sweat clouds my thoughts.

I face the demons with hate, angels fight alongside my broken spirit.

 

The hour of death is near,

arise to war against my enemies.

 

My body shrieks in glee as I storm into this frigid, rainy night seeking my path of destiny.

I see her up ahead and my soul calls, calls to hold her again.

Never will I surrender as sleet from the Gods cover my naked body as death beckons me forth to my rightful place.

 

Swords and arrows shred my body and my blood hallows the ground,

sweet horror grips my heart.

She comes, she comes with open arms,

she comes with open arms for me.

My eye's fade and my tormented soul is free,

to heaven I fly with her in my arms again.

I love once again,

I can taste the promise of the Gods on her lips as they cloth me in dark crimson robes of redeemed angel.