As I lose my soul in a song, yet again In the lyrical verses of Death, I start my bargain Death, The Eternal Watcher, ***** in my being Through the endless pitch black night, that voided me, from seeing The light that all my prayers I offered went straight to My soul now drenched in the moist from the grisly beats and tempos From the void, I stride, I yield, I unsheathed The power of my Deed-Blade, to prove I was worthy To face off with the Devil, who yielded no mercy As the Devil threw his summons of sulphurous fire A baneful blow to his head, knocked him out in his lair of mire O, Death, as I stand before the Devilβs cadaver Sing to me the verses of Eternityβs Master May He bless my soul that lived for a transient time May it find the path of virtue as it fought out of intrepidness, not of bravado May my soul finally see the light The light of God that would bring me in spiritual ecstasy, with this, I have truly won the fight
This is for our Afro - Asian Literature class. It's 9:29 PM