My seven sins in full glory,
And darkness all around;
Truth to an old story
Like old memories found.

First is Pride,
Vanity and conceit;
Devil's bride
One of the elite.

Envy—second of my sins,
Green-eyed and fair;
With this begins
The devil's affair.

Gluttony, the third,
Personified within me;
Nothing is heard
As the devil lays out his feast.

Lust: the succeeding,
Desire for feeling;
Hearts bleeding
Devil's blow reeling.

Anger, the fifth,
Red-eyed and deceiving;
No more a myth
Than my own grieving.

Sixth is Greed,
Coveting all before you;
Eyes bleed
As your desire begins anew.

Finally is Sloth,
Last of my sins;
Cut of the same cloth
And the devil finally wins.

Such a story isn't told
To all who come along;
Their defiance must be bold
Their belief strong.

Not pure,
Not innocent at all;
For my sickness, no cure
No wings to soften my fall.

Snow in the deepest midnight,
Raven's hair cascading;
Gothic snow—such a sight
Though the memories are fading.

Banished, it seems,

Alone with my seven;
Forever in my dreams—
Long-lost heaven…