| Everything came crumbleing down look who wears the broken crown, every piece to the puzzle went tumbleing down, seems to me like too many play the clown. She had haunted many dreams, and plauged many men, createing nightmare after nightmare, just to open their fear. The midnight moonlight was cascadeing down, even upon the Kings frown. As the dam broke, and the water rose, the city was filled with water of the damned, leaving them all to drown. In the village of the vile, lives the peasants that are given pain, nothing but horror remains. The sucubus has taken over with lust. She left them all to rust. To decay, to slip away. Only one would live, to tell the tale, to have so many scars, this woman would forever adorn a vail. A man cannot hide his mind from her, so thus begins the masses demise as she creeps into citys and slinks into corners, and draws out the sin, even if it was buried deep within. Take heed to my words, or the queen of Chaotic dreams you will feed. |
