Cold As Ice

Amidst the darkening gloom beneath the cold haunting moon
Drawn astray by the mesmeric play and the melody of deaths sweet tune
Caught in the swoon of this celestial boon with stars staring like
peeping toms as the evil starts to bloom
And the forests whispering sonnet plays urging onwards to the
cataclysmic stage
Where pureness of heart and soul are left at bay and replaced by budding
rage
The anger takes its hold in the arms of chaos’s gripping fold
Long gone are dreams of grandeur and promises once foretold
Now a damned being is born a fallen dark angel of scorn
And frail dreams are torn and ripped asunder in the soul’s whirlwind
storm
But the metamorphous has yet to truly begin as he learns to embrace all
pleasures of sin
As his heart begins to race and a grin crosses his face the wrath starts
to consume him drowning out the minds din
No longer bound to play nice every sin at his whim free to indulge in
every vice
Now enacting dark dreams had once or twice the forlorn desires of a
heart made of ice