I do not believe that death is the end,
I believe the light we hear about as a loved one passes,
Is simply their birth into another life,
Through a new mother.

I am not religious, nor am I not well read,
I've been mocked already, been called a fool by most simple *****,
My thoughts on this matter have been pleasantly rife,
But I have one other.

It would be a wonder if this were true,
But what if when we are saved and return here from the light,
That mother loses her child?

To die is to live again,
For us, but that woman,
Wherever she may be,
Has lost one bitter, one final trial.

Join me in the sky,
Hell defined body and mind,
Raise your hammer high.

The angels are kind,
White feathered wings are a lie,
Raise your hammer high.

The sun is my light,
Follow the path where it shines,
Raise your hammer high.

Heaven says goodbye,
The hammer is to be swung,
Down with all your might.

I sit in my room, the usual for a Sunday night,
My pen in my hand, my mind wonders, 'What can I write?'
I glance at the clock, and struggle to focus my eyes,
'I think that says 4, but it may be blurred to 5,'
Insomnia is a regular thing for me, I struggle to sleep,
Some nights I do fine, but others, not a wink,
All I can do is sit at my desk and think and think,
Perhaps tonight is good to pop the cork and have myself a drink,

My pen begins to caress the page, my mind hones in,
Words flow easily, as the wine does, holding to the rim,
Something strange haunts my room, it seems a little girl is happy,
But, wait, who could it be? My sister is surely napping,
I set down my literary sword, and sneak into the hall,
I follow the joyous giggles, then I hear her smallish call,
I trace it to my parents' room, the lights all seem so small,
I crack the door, and there she sits, cradled in a ball.

Listen to my voice, child,
I'll guide you away from evil's test,
Take this gift I've brought for you,
I've ripped it from my chest,
The light is enough to burn the eyes of God,
Don't look into my heart, or you'll be blind,
Save it for the moment you're too weak,
Only look into my gift when heaven grows too dark to find,

Listen for my voice, child,
I'm your only true friend in this place,
The air is turning thin and pale,
Hold onto my heart, look into my face,
I'm sickly and moving ever closer into the light,
The devil is playing with my soul,
Unwrap my heart, hold it high with all your might,
Hope that its power can peirce the ever biting cold,

Lined with silver veins and valves,
The fallen angel himself will die,
Hold it higher, higher, my child,
Its veins must take hold of the sky,
Listen to my voice, child,
You've done well to save us mortal men,
I ask one last thing of you,
Place the power back into my chest,
And let me live again.

Your final words echo through my mind,
Your last breath slid through the air and doused the candle's wick,
Each mark of your tongue pumped my heart once and only once,
My heart, it will never beat again, your words left me sick.

The memory of your stillness haunts my dreams,
Sometimes they drive me **** near comatose,
If I had even one more moment of your love,
I could die with you, your life and mine, an overdose.

Those last few whispers, bittersweet and fresh in my mind,
They linger in consciousness, I can take no no more,
They grow ever louder, now they scream,
"Come with me," my soul is left torn.

Please forgive me, please feed me your poison,
I know you are much more happy in the morning sky,
If you won't come back to me, I'll gladly honor your words,
I'm coming with you, my love,

A tout le monde: goodbye.

His face is blank of all emotion,
His eyes pierce the dark like those of wolves,
He is seen only at night, when he is most hungry,
When the moon is laughing, you should be afraid,

He is swift in the shadows, we can't track his motion,
His teeth reflect the Hell he's seen, in stillness, they seem to move,
The stars act as your angels, but even they grow angry,
Keep them bright, he can't move in their gaze,

His growls haunt the world, they've shattered ground before,
His wicked tail snaps bones as if they were made of glass,
Evil reigns supreme where light is scared to tread,
His fire scorches every inch of earth that doesn't shimmer,

This thing that watches you chills you to the core,
Wretched claws hold you tight, you stepped from light's grasp,
Pray that the savior, the sun, wakes before you've bled,
But the sun is frozen in time, ashamed of all us sinners.

Her eyes shine like stars reflecting pale moonlight,
Her hair is matted with dust and dirt from a bitter fight,
Her hope holds strong, though her will is slowly dying,
Her dreams are bending beyond their limits, if they break, she's done trying,

Along comes her love, burning with pure lust,
She gives her soul to him, an animal who's skin is covered with rust,
He's lied to her, her gift was laced with the sweetest poison there is,
She chokes and coughs, but her eyes have shut and her throat closed around his,

The only remedy for her is him.