Gather My Blood Forever

The path reveals to us in his gloom (though brightened by the lanterns of my coach) whilst we sinked in darkness within the mountain cracks: frowned on the road... My senses were raped by a strange cold. The carriage followed on with pace sustained, on the graveled path. The tall and weaved trees covered our heads, as the archways high, as we passed by. Through the coldness of the air awaits the coach and four, immersed into the thick invernal fog of the dark gothic yard; ("the dead ones move faster") and quickly it is dragged: the case with the deadly mark (the scourge of darkness). Christened in blood with the cross unnailed, his bleeding soul was forever damned. Blood like ancient rust, like dirt into the shadow ruins over the marble stone, it is painted in darkness as an icon... ...unknown... In marble carved blood to honour the dead ones. "May these ruins be inviolated, and she who lies here be peaceful through the ages."

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Eyes unfathom'd with dark beliefs my senses asleep within the enchanting perfume of her skin (sweet and harsh). I see: she dances within the trees. I stare, as she dances with a dark dress. Like a spirit, she dances in the forest (for me). Born from the dark: breast-fed with blood and laid on a bed of thorns with closed eyed of an intense splendour. She will enrapture you with her charm, she will let you enjoy her pleasure. I can't hear the voice of silence, but I hear her calling my name. "I'm the pleasure and the suffering, the burning love and the atrocious death."

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025