Snow drifting, falling deep
Within these hallowed halls,
Where sin has been buried,
Where sleep's been murdered...
Her steps haunted man,
Insomnia drove them mad,
The queen of worms had taken over.
Slathered curses fell on deaf ears,
For the army had been brought forth and,
Took the reins from their master.
Sickle scars left behind,
Over her heart where once he'd reside.
Her revenge she would exact,
He would feel the pain she had.
He would suffer same as she.

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She swore to Yahweh,
She cursed her once-loved messiah.
She abandoned reason for everlasting pain.
She crucified her humanity.

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Her suffering made her bitter,
Her pain took over her soul,
She had brought down the goddesses of the sky,
Clipped their wings and engulfed their blood.
Took their powers and condemned her God.
This she did on the name of her love.
That she would have his head.

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The castle's keep surrounded by fog,
Her steps on soft soil unheard,
Massacred soldiers lay behind her.
Her army at her feet,
Covered by the crimson of the fallen.
They sang songs for her..
She stood by the foot of the entrance,
Commanded the door flung open,
A wretched chill blew,
Through the moon-
light walked the damned,
Her soul in search for his wretched
scent, in her memory finely sketched,
So soon she picked his stench,
So soon she'd have her revenge.

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So soon had he courted another
Lust filled courtesan. Naked she laid
Ready for him to enter her.
He took her hair and held it tight,
She could have sworn he'd rip it out,
But soon her gasps shortened under the feel
Of cold steel that had pierced her womb.
Her now cold eyes distant and focused
Looked deep into his eyes,
His mania-filled laugh.
She held out his hand to touch his face,
Her fingers writhed and strained.
As the life in her abandoned her.
(Though her soul refused to leave.)

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She made her way to the cathedral,
Where he would be found on his knees,
Reciting rancid confessions of lies,
To a Father dressed in silk.
A collection of stained-glass windows
Gathered stories of pleasantries before
The chilled earth entered with a promise to hurt
And betray the perversion of the sanctity
Of the church.

She glided between the wooden pews,
The rich scent of oak vanquished by the stench of decay,
She took onto her hand the offering plate,
Pounded it against the head of the priest,
Released him from the earthly suffering.
(His soul for God to keep.)

Her love stood above her, sword in hand,
And struck her heart once again.
She squirmed against the feel of the blade,
No blood, no bones broken.
She drove herself more into it,
Letting him deeper into her body more then he had ever been.
"Wretched wench, die!" thinly spoken hateful maledictions
His eyes a glow of cold fire
Against the abomination of his sinful act.
She grabbed him by his hair and forced him into a kiss,
She forced her tongue into his mouth
And held the sickle against his throat
And severed his neck open.

Morning came, the sun dispelled the fog.
Bodies laid upon the grassy knoll,
Of beaten black and blue, of a dark red hue
Coloured for His enjoyment;
A battlefield of darkfaith nails upon the cross.
 
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