SALVATION

The moon kiss the night
and left a bridle of hunger
which spread like forever
upon the lost,

When the feeding came
upon the end,
a city was baptized in blood,
and its stone wall splattered with the red color of death.

The devil danced in his
fortress as the scream
from ruthlessness linger
above his head,
and pierces through the cold
ground.

The harlots of the damned quenches
their thirst with the flame
that poured from an old rusty mug.

And inflicted with psychic migraine,
caused from the cry of a baby
which enter the surface of the Earth.

When the haunt reborn
it grew from the woods,
and the lights unable to exercise it's energy,
but obey the rules of darkness.

Whatever buried in the past
refuses to stay there in the cold
forgotten,
but find their way to the dark ages.

Clasp your hands
and close your eyes,
pray quietly and watch
the door.