ETERNALLY DYING

A vacant castle
Built from stone
Houses the remnants
Yet was never her home.

Atop her dark throne
She would reign...
All alone.
Now her restless soul
Continues to roam.

Fit for no king
Baring no wedding ring
Her haunting...
And taunting...
Was all she could sing.

Thus her spell began spreading
And was quickly infecting
Every human being...
Dwarf...
Imp...
And Elfling.

From the valleys of death
To the lands of the living
There was no denying
Nor escaping or trying...

Her immortal wings
Are forever flying
And under her spell
Here you will dwell
Eternally Dying....

Welcome to hell...!

Carey Milton ©