Author: Daydreamer
Posted: December 27, 1998
From the bottomless depths of Hell Face the Evil the Wicked do Enter Hell of man's own making Chase the Dark, downward, descend Then, like an angel, She appears
Evil rises, swift and well
Now to walk this earthly plain
Laughs as hope begins to wane
Enter their mind, drink their brew
Walk along the insane's border
Cling to life, and love, and order
In the Dark - his Soul, breaking
Fathom the reasons, ways, and means
Rise to breathe, to hope, to dream
Follow Evil toward no end
Beckon him onward, seduce his Soul
Easy to falter, lose the goal.
Soothes the Spirit, calms the fears
Leading upward, to light, above
Safe in her arms - hope and love.