“Tis’ well”, she mocks with words of bitter scorn “For avenged I shall rightfully be… Oh ye’ shall wail in woes of endless tears And the taste- will be so sweet”, said she “No my angst shall not be in vain For one day… I’ll feed upon your pain”
Now when he ****** her ruby heart… Her wounded soul no longer bleeds She waits like a spider to give her bite so fatal He bids her message to his waiting lair Her deadly web she cunningly weaves like a cradle
The night was bleak, storm clouds black Strange images filled the cold, misty air Lightning flashed or’e ground and sky Echoing howls of raged despair As she approaches his open gate Her angry, bitter gloom extends thicker, deeper He has no idea of his dreadful fate Knows not he, of the danger lurking there
When she entered his darkened room The hearth inviting in his snare… A sulphurous fire was hotly burning Ere’ he know not of his waiting fare
Her shadowy figure encircled his laying form As utter terror rose in his gaze But the fire in his lady’s eyes Was hotter than the hearth’s warm blaze
Suddenly- all was silent in his room His body lay cold - and oh so very dead His fleeting soul left with a morbid gloom The blood slowly creeped from out his eyes Her lover…now erased Then she coldly lay his straight razor at his side She’d be the last memory on his face
“Tis’ well” she slyly mocked… “I warned… for avenged I shall be”, said she Then into the night she walked
II Rachel whispered her words… “If it was your twisted intention To give inspiration thru’ deception My darling it worked its spell Go forth now…and weep thy doom You'll never put another women thru' your hell"
III She pens now from the blackest corner of her soul Captured… Inside her dungeon walls Where darkness falls like brimstone With no regrets to whom it may burn Hot and heavy with torment and woe
IV If... or when she finds her place In your Cimmerian sky Wrath shall rain down upon you if you lie… Scorching you ten fold and over Then like her beloved… You may just die
V RACHEL RISING..
Rachel awoke... Sweat dripping of her brow Her brain on fire As she lay dreaming in her bed Cradled by her vindictive nightmares Oh how corrupt were they For a lover she soon planned to slay ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~