Demonic Hour

With knife of crimson blade,
Fleshy throats been cut;
Pooling liquid life,
Burning in the hut

Arsenic and alcohol,
Run thickly in his veins;
She poisoned him before,
They played this foul game

In the end they die,
Wilted roses in the dark;
Shadows without a voice,
Water without the spark

Electric currents die,
The time has come at last;
Souls of theirs return to hell,
Demonic hour past

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© KayD [2006]