"Tales of gothic horror and romance feed on our darkest fears and desires"
said the dimly lit figure.
Sat by the fire, obscured by shadow,
I would have sworn it my doppelgänger.
Tell me your darkest secret and I'll tell you mine.
Tell me your story before the bells chime.
For when the bells ring we'll be out of time.
What is your darkest fear?
What is your darkest desire?
Pray tell me so that I can put out this quizzical fire.
I'm not a threat, neither good nor bad,
just nosy is all, looking to learn
seeking a spirit to join mine, I just yearn.
Damsels in distress, ruinous castles, cathedral spires tall
I've seen them all.
Brooding heroes, twilight trysts,
even the odd slick, slit wrist.
But hurry tell me what do you yearn?
For your telling I will return and I promise you life eternal.
Just sign your name binding our game

Late last night I watched a film
Field Punishment No  1
About 6 New Zealanders
Who refused to fight the ***
Beaten, abused and humiliated
The stood up for their beliefs
And the army couldn't break them
Despite the torture and mental grief
Threatened with a firing squad
They steadfastly held their ground
We will not yield to you on bended knee
Though in fear for our young lives
We choose our own destiny

Up to the age of 19 years I had Catholicism forced on me
But when the killing started
I finally opened my eyes to see
No Gods in their compassionate wisdom
Would allow such things be done
Then praised in halls of worship
Allow fine hyms of death to be sung
And so I made the decision
Not to go down on bended knee
And so at the tender age of 19 years
I chose my own destiny