The moon reflects a crocked glance upon the house of God.
Pinnacle of the land,
spires are needles that point to the Lord himself.
They stab my heart straight through.
The immense door slammed shut,
she was reduced to a speck between skeletal interior.
An insignificant beating heart.
The Ghoul proved mightier than God;
corrupting the walls of his home,
it rose beyond the grace of God.
Ascend unto the highest.
The girl, a mere human,
swallowed her courage in pain.
The war was declared between the anti-Christ and Gods creation.
The stain glass windows rose above, and red light as was thrust over the concrete floor.
Violence erupted.
The ghoul spat flames decorating her with hot scars,
thorns grew from above scratching little rose buds out from her skin.
Nettles tore her throat till she was gasping for breath.
The ghoul dominant,
thrust an arm towards her.
Despite the figure she could see through,
the bones felt real.
This figure of death,
strung the cord of life, deformed.
Twisted into a noose and placed around her neck.
Unable to move from this bodiless ghost,
the cord pulled tighter.
And finally,
all she felt,
was his,
kiss of death.