In The Darkness

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Victoria Francès

It is a kindom whose rulers are horror and terror

They inspire fear and distress.

But this weird world hides a secret

A venomous and disturbing lovliness.

The Darkness is as beautiful as a Goddess

Her hair are as soft as the silk

Her lips are as lighting as the blood

Her eyes are dark and deep as the nothingness.

 

Let you fall into and enjoy the stumble...

 

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The Hell is his birthplace

The Death is his bride

Tears have never flew on his face

Fear has never been inside.

 

The blood that runs in his body

Belongs to a mighty devil

As strong as the Evil

And to an innocent beauty.

 

His veins are full of strength

His mind fills up will

His soul is riches of faith

That is how he is still.

 

But nobody can know

If his heart is beating

If his spirit is weeping

Is love his worst foe? 

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Unstrung, I am still moaning

This melancholy is growing

A witch has cast a spell on me

With her ghoul claws so dirty.

 

What she is doing is so unfair

But no wails of despair

Now I am struck dumb

She makes me feel so numb.

 

What did she dare to do ?

She hung a black widow on my heart

And buried joy and hope too

The end seems to start.

 

I cannot breathe in deeply

The eggs of the brown spider

Have hatched in my chest

My lungs are their own nest. 

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In the glum heart of the night

Beneath the beautiful moonlight

Which is at its height dully gleaming

A curious murky shape is flying.

 

It is heading toward an old manor

Forgotten in the forest of terror

Doom to abide within the darkness

Always deprive of light and forever lifeless.

 

Even though, a lonely man is living ;

When the glaringly sun is arising

He hides him in a coffin to avoid the light

And wait until the next midnight.

 

Thus, he bites human necks without mercery

Devour their throat, suck their blood, cruelly

The bleak man make them lapse into Death

And delights their precious lives with faith. 

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