Evil Tales

In my realm
My world of darkness
I seek the heat of anger

Of cold harsh lies
And twisted tales
All the more the merrier

Hot-Blooded creatures roam around
Just waiting to cry their story
Of their murderous Hell-bound lives

And all complete with gaping jaws
And flashing flailing claws
Yet it puts my mind at ease

But I then wake up
To a mourning face
And find it not a dream

And in the grasping bloodied hands
I await the harvest moon
So I can hear its tattered mournful tale

And as I listen
I hear my own voice
Telling the same forbidden fable