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Sacrilegious Offerings
She sleeps with roses and thorns in her hair
She’s so cryptic and mystic
Proudly, death shrouds is what she wears
Darkness falls around her
She comes from the pages of fairy tales
Psychotic and neurotic
She burned Grimm books in the fires of Hell
They drifted as ashes
I wish I may, I wish I might
Hear the echoes, songs in the night
So, I dig a little deeper
You know, I know the way
Sacrifices made to appease those beyond the grave
Sacrilegious offerings burn with candles here today
Marked for death
Words were said
Spells invoked
On bile, I choked
Devilry
Obscurity
Within the eaves
Attend the dead
Left behind to attend the withered dead
Patristic and sadistic
Languid with boredom from books that were read
The ink stains my fingers
And she still slumbers in eternal sleep
Simplistic yet artistic
With the denizens of the deep
Restless in her nightmares
I wish she may, I wish she might
Hear the echoes, songs in the night
I whisper a little louder
For her to find the way
Sacraments desecrated, marking virgins with a blade
Salvation discovered where the rotting bodies lay
Sacrifices made to appease those beyond the grave
Sacrilegious offerings burn with candles here today
Marked for death
Words were said
Spells invoked
On bile, I choked
Devilry
Obscurity
Within the eaves
Attend the dead
(c) 2015 Frank Green
She’s so cryptic and mystic
Proudly, death shrouds is what she wears
Darkness falls around her
She comes from the pages of fairy tales
Psychotic and neurotic
She burned Grimm books in the fires of Hell
They drifted as ashes
I wish I may, I wish I might
Hear the echoes, songs in the night
So, I dig a little deeper
You know, I know the way
Sacrifices made to appease those beyond the grave
Sacrilegious offerings burn with candles here today
Marked for death
Words were said
Spells invoked
On bile, I choked
Devilry
Obscurity
Within the eaves
Attend the dead
Left behind to attend the withered dead
Patristic and sadistic
Languid with boredom from books that were read
The ink stains my fingers
And she still slumbers in eternal sleep
Simplistic yet artistic
With the denizens of the deep
Restless in her nightmares
I wish she may, I wish she might
Hear the echoes, songs in the night
I whisper a little louder
For her to find the way
Sacraments desecrated, marking virgins with a blade
Salvation discovered where the rotting bodies lay
Sacrifices made to appease those beyond the grave
Sacrilegious offerings burn with candles here today
Marked for death
Words were said
Spells invoked
On bile, I choked
Devilry
Obscurity
Within the eaves
Attend the dead
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 19th Feb 2015
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