Poets

The poets will write their poems that give glory to death when the end is coming for the hero.

A pure soul

She ain't breathing anymore and the angels cry bitter tears of ice for a pure soul who lost his way and killed the innocent.

Blooddrops and marks of tears

Drops of blood and marks of tears on a paper where words of love is written and a promise of life is given to the damned one by a innocent soul that deliver him from evil when she smiles.

Death comes calling and you let him in to your life with open arms. You let him turn your heart to stone and your soul to ice.Have you forgotten how to burn for love and how to be kind to others?Have you forgotten how to cry when you hurt and to smile when you are happy?Death leaves and you are gone and we who are left behinde miss you.

Små dikter

Blood on the moon and hatred in the eyes of the damned.


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Down by the glenside the silver willow cry it´s tears of blood.

The witch, the moon, the vampire and the hunt

The witch dances alone in the moonlight waiting for love to strike her and the vampire hunts for blood and a companion to share his lonly nights.
Their hearts meet under the stars and their love begins.
For love she gave everything but lost her human soul, for her he gave up his solitude.
Now the angels weeps for the soul of the witch who was forever lost to them and heaven when she rejected the sun and it's fire for an eternity.
The witch will never weep again for she doesn't dance alone under the moon.
The vampire will never hunt for an companion again for he doesn't hunt alone in the nights anymore.
The witch and the vampire dances together forever in love under the moon and they let the stars guide them on their hunts.