Three & Seven
The pilgrimage begins The coming of death winds Crossing the bridge in pairs The seer locked inside Yellow and white eyes Awaiting the final call Following the path The ocean built with wrath Not knowing the sun was gone The moon enters it's house The tide opens it's mouth Seas of snakes and souls Lured into the sea Voices from beneath He appears behind the door Thousands gather round To hear the headless hound Announcing that he has come Dreams of the black hole eye Blinding us all As the bell rings twice Darkness burns the shore
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the churchyard where he lay Lights a moonbeam on his face No words spoken in the dark Aging widow knits and rocks Seeping from a wet cold sun Spoons are bending one by one Graves forgotten far too soon Names are washed into the ruin Six of them Perched upon the tower Waiting for Bells of every hour Ringing for One thousand years Watching as The coffins disappear All ways lead to the same room Galleries of the dead Awaiting ahead With all doors open Through underground tunnels His hands holding his head Erasing footsteps Drying all the holy water Using just its fingertips Shining there in a pitch black church Rose of the apocalypse In the courtyard Waits the hearse Adorning the ancestral curse Thirty-seven signs of death The one who sleeps won't be at rest
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Hooded figures Wandering Missing features Shameful names Draped in silk red gowns Hiding in the crowd Overseers In the rain Withered preachers Eyes inside the wall Time begins to stall Eyes inside the wall Echoes in the hall Through the passageways Of all different shades The last one is red Who will ring the bell at three? Cherubim or Seraphim Who will ring the bell at three? Long black fingers pointing to the Sign
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Heartfelt chills, waiting for more thrills Crooked smiles on the deadly line Take us all, wheel of fear, free us all Darkness falls, shadows fill the moon Run and crawl, he will find us soon Take us all, wheel of fear, free us all Helpless screams are silenced as the water rushes down Hell gate's dream to please our father who left us to drown Dreamland in flames, lost all faith Waves of fire echoed in the air Take us all, wheel of fear, free us all
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Paint all of the walls In the colors of fire For each Picture left with its eyes showing Brings the chanting of the funeral choir The marks appearing upon her cracked face Show the presence of another Fingers reaching out from the darkness As the portrait sees itself becoming clearer Mirror image Of that which is God in the eyes Of the child Halls of madness Calling out Three ropes hanging From the stairwell One and the same Trapped in between Two opposite worlds Through red curtains The left arm trembles So begins the crossover
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Reflections hidden Appearing in the glass The curse within The mirror Will take you in Its sight Double walker Our eyes have met before Soon now You'll see me again And I Will take your Place A figure only seen in the realms of sleep The shade which lurks in the palace of lost dreams Curtains of red fire open To see Perfect image of that which cannot be Of many there is only one to be known Opposites meet in a place never shown Double walker Me face is just like yours And so you've seen me again And now I take your place
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Standing with its back turned Red eyes burn through the sun Death upon a pale horse Three and seven join one Seven chandeliers Made of martyr tears Words upon the seal Soon to be revealed The Virgin carrying The child, blackened face And withered smile The souls of martyrs Receive a white gown and Enter the furnace without a Sound The sky retreats, the moon Shreds blood, the sun joins The stars in the flood Now our father has come Through the break of the dawn Three and seven join none Twenty four old men One for every hour Seven broken seals Now have become real
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
She stands twelve feet above the flood She stares Alone Across the water The loneliness grows and slowly Fills her frozen body Sliding downwards One by one her senses die The memories fade And leave her eyes Still seeing worlds that never were And one by one the bright birds leave her... Starting at the violent sound She tries to turn But final Noiseless Slips and strikes her soft dark head The water bows Receives her And drowns her at its ease... I would have left the world all bleeding Could I only help you love The fleeting shapes So many years ago So young and beautiful and brave Everything was true It couldn't be a story... I wish it was all true I wish it couldn't be a story The words all left me Lifeless Hoping Breathing like the drowning man Oh Fucshia! You leave me Breathing like the drowning man Breathing like the drowning man
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026