I wish to live forever and a day
Will come when I expect to find the clue
To immortality. I know the way
Must lie in making a blood pact with you.
But how to conjure up your awful face
Is difficult; it's not an easy task.
I've always tried to please your evil grace;
Just grant my wish, that's all I'll ever ask.
I've built dread temples honoring your name
And made them reek with virgin sacrifice.
No matter what I did you never came.
What more unholy plans must I devise?
Writing this poem has taken its toll.
Somewhere along these lines I've lost my soul.
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