When ghosts appear at night
Silent whispers roam the place
Anguishing, hellish screams
Of vicious beings
Sore of their existence
In desperate search...
For forgiveness
Haunted, by their own pasts
Fallen into misery
The pain, The agony
Be felt from miles away
Quivering, the bravest of hearts.
"Through the valley of dead
In damnation thou shalt walk
In purgatory remain."
"Until the day hast come
Where thou hast forgiven thyself
And cleansing wilt be done."
An Original Poem by Droucil
