Friday will foretell the end,
13 omens will they send,
Tears will flow as though they’re bled,
As horror fills your heart with dread,
The veil of worlds to further rend,
Into the depths all will descend,
Hell behind and worse ahead,
A pity that you aren’t just dead,
A masquerade you must attend,
You cannot scream, so just pretend,
Across the land false hope was spread,
The fate of all, you’ve been misled,
And at long last, you comprehend.

JDoyle