Kinda following suit with Sorc…
<u>The Damnation</u>
The darkness is calling
The damnation of my soul.
Death’s hell is falling,
While the bridge of life takes its toll.
The wicked slave’s deception,
His voice bleeds infection.
The pure master’s affection
Sheds the light of his reflection.
The damnation of my soul
Plays the wicked voice in my head.
The darkness won’t reach its goal,
Until the day that I am dead.
Death’s angel’s calling
Upon the meager faith set in my head.
My world just keeps falling,
For this day that I’m now dead.
<u>Ending and Beginning</u> (Written for a friend on his wedding day)
Dedicated to Mr. and Mrs. William Paul Purifoy
Here comes the bride,
All dressed in white,
But alas, I must say,
This is the end tonight.
What once was, is no more,
For today, the end is nigh.
It can be seen, quite simply,
If you merely look into their eyes.
Pure dedication to one another.
Through their smiles, and their strife.
This is the end of his, and of hers,
But the beginning of their life.
<u>The Duel</u>
In the silence of the forest,
As the storm winds blow,
You stand there staring at me,
And say you’re ready to go.
Your piercing gaze is blinding,
As my glowing rage burns.
I slowly stand up to my feet.
Finally, towards you, I turn.
I glare at you angrily,
With a cut across my eye.
As the blood runs down my cheek,
I promise you will die.
I reach for my blade,
And pull it from its sheath.
Weakly, I raise it up,
But it’s getting hard to breathe.
My head turns to the left,
While my right eye stays on you.
I smear the blood across my left cheek,
And I know that I am through.
I turn back towards you,
And spit blood to the ground.
With heavy breaths, I ready my sword.
And you laugh and turn around.
I look at you in surprise,
As the day fades into night.
Angrily, I flare at you and yell,
Telling you to fight.
You glance over your shoulder,
And look me in the eye.
You calmly tell me that,
I’m not worth your time.
I snap and raise my blade,
And charge you in a blind.
As the cold wind burns my eye,
It’s your heart I plan to find.
You thrust behind yourself,
Your blade pierces my chest.
My blade hits the ground as I strain,
Saying you’re the best.
Standing over my corpse, you think,
That some will find you cruel.
If I could talk I would say,
That you only won a duel.