evermore
Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2005 2:49 am
EVERMORE
In the barren wasteland of evermore,
unfathomable evil dwells.
Awaiting the unwary at the grottos door.
Signaled by seven bells.
The first bells sounds with a newborns cry,
as the mother lies bleeding and dead.
For hopelessly loving, not knowing why,
her lover bashes in her head.
The second bell sounds as a poor man dies.
Frozen and silent to his grave.
Alone in the street, his body lies.
Had pity sent a blanket to save.
The third bell sounds with a slamming door,
and heartbreak within its walls.
For the loving hearth that was there before,
the adulterous heart therefore apalls.
The fourth bell peals with a thiefs sly hand,
the wronged man crying with despair.
For all the dreams that had been planned,
were stolen in a moment then and there.
The fith bell sounds with an innocents tears,
and hate in a mothers face.
As more bruises the child bears,
for the mother, hell holds a special place.
The sixth bell rings with a judges gavel,
to prison the innocent will go.
A crime still to unravel,
only the guilty will know.
The final bell sounds with a protesting voice,
'What have I done?' does it say.
The victims this day do rejoice,
for your arrogance, in full you will pay.
For Evermore.
In the barren wasteland of evermore,
unfathomable evil dwells.
Awaiting the unwary at the grottos door.
Signaled by seven bells.
The first bells sounds with a newborns cry,
as the mother lies bleeding and dead.
For hopelessly loving, not knowing why,
her lover bashes in her head.
The second bell sounds as a poor man dies.
Frozen and silent to his grave.
Alone in the street, his body lies.
Had pity sent a blanket to save.
The third bell sounds with a slamming door,
and heartbreak within its walls.
For the loving hearth that was there before,
the adulterous heart therefore apalls.
The fourth bell peals with a thiefs sly hand,
the wronged man crying with despair.
For all the dreams that had been planned,
were stolen in a moment then and there.
The fith bell sounds with an innocents tears,
and hate in a mothers face.
As more bruises the child bears,
for the mother, hell holds a special place.
The sixth bell rings with a judges gavel,
to prison the innocent will go.
A crime still to unravel,
only the guilty will know.
The final bell sounds with a protesting voice,
'What have I done?' does it say.
The victims this day do rejoice,
for your arrogance, in full you will pay.
For Evermore.