I await the for darkness to fall,
in my corner of time.
The hate in my heart binds me,
to this earth of hate and destruction.
Soon i hear what seems to be Death’s Call,
and the fear in my heart will climb.
The clock finally hath struck three,
and i come to Life’s Junction.
I Pass through the gates of Hell,
and all i can hear are the screams.
The fire licking at my feet,
and all i seem to do is yell.
The feared grim reaper himself meets my demand,
to dual him in armed combat is his command.
We battle in the depths of hell,
untill blood has been spilt on the brimstone.
There I stand…..a simple outcast,
back to back with Death himself.
A scorching pain reaches my chest,
and i grip firm at the pain.
To one knee before the fires of hell i fall,
but on this level there is more to tell.
A shreak is heard from behind my soul,
and to my sight as i turn.
The spirit of a former Death,
lashing out at the river of stix.
My eyes finally lift,
and my corner still i sit.
The sun setting in the window.
and an all to well known light.
The sun set behind the earth,
consumed by it’s mirth.
My feet lift me,
and carry me to my room.
There on my bed,
sits the sword used to slay death.