By Calis Cheah

sigrd@hotmail.com

http://www.crosswinds.net/~sigrd/solitude

Within your breast,
A black rose bloomed.
A flower of Death,
Of vengeance without rest.

The past must die,
The present end
For your future to begin.
Prepare yourself, another life.

Abandon mercy,
Forsake peace.
You shall be lord
Of all you see.

There are no regrets,
No more cares.
Take up your sword,
Your humanity forget.

Carnage shall spread
Like a raging flame.
Wield your blade
And sever life's thread.

Blood will fall,
A cleansing rain.
Sins of fathers,
An atonement for all.

When Time has shattered,
Its hands, a broken dream.
Death comes reaping
Among the fields unhindered.

And so it shall cease
Into darkness, creep
A world which once lived,
Torn asunder with such ease.

Amidst desolation, you alone stand.
The power of creation,
You hold in your hands.
Lead us to the promised land.