Requiem Nightmare
Standing all alone for no reason at all,
being judged by the nights twilight halls.
Cold, dark, silent was the city streets,
he's been here before, is he here for a meet?
A voice calls out"You made it. I thought you might"
The man turned to the voice, he saw a shadow but no light.
" Lets get this over with" said the man
The shadow smiled " Ive seen your work, I admit I am a fan"
This guys sick he thought,
He was planning on this being done on the spot.
The shadow pulled out his guns and glided like the reaper's cloak.
The man's guns wouldn't fire! He began to choke.
The shadow came closer and closer.
Why wont the gun fire, the man wasn't sure.
The reapers shadow was right ontop of him,
his coldbreath threatned his face and promised sin.
The gun still wont fire!He can't stop the choke.
The shadow stops, doesnt fire, instead a cold hand reaches for the man's throat.
The hand tightens, the man lets out a cry,
his soul was fleeting, he might finally die.
The shadows sick chesire girn grew,
he turned his barrel to some nearbye kids, BLAM, they were slewn.
The Shadow laughed without regard and continued to blast,
innocent children and friends from the past.
His laugh growing bigger and more insane, the man could feel his sould begining to wane.
Desperatly he tried to warn the innocent,
But they never herd him and the shadow was hell bent.
Hundreds killed, blood fell like tears of God form the sky,
And the man had to watch as each of them would die.
Their twisted face, their hellish pain now his.
The Shadows' gun gave them deaths kiss.
The man reached desperatly for his gun,
but the shadow tighten his grip and said" you're done"
The man frantically woke up with a shaking pistol in his hand.
with a tortured sigh, he put it on the night stand.
look at the clock 3:35
surprised and ashamed to be alive.
He walked to a mirror where an empty bottle laid,
and nother one layed in wait.
he stared at himslef in the mirrior to look at himself,
he had no idea where he was or no idea how many drinks he was delt.
He looked at the gun, the drinks and his face stung with a tear.
then he noticed something in the mirror that filled him with mortal fear.
On the mirror written in red was the words"The Shadow knows"
then the shadow's face appeared and his eyes and smile glowed.
"You can't run, don't even think to hide. Every man's soul must be judged and tried.
I am that hunter of the human soul, I am the inevitablity that fills the hole. Don't think you'll get your release, I've got you in chains. You are MY minion, you make the blood rain. Your curse: to be the last man standing when every one has fell, but when your turn comes up, and it will, I will send you to hell."
The man threw the empty bottle at the mirrior, It shattered liked a spiders glossy web.
the man tired to forget the shadows words, but he heard the reapers laugh echo in his head.
Then he took the bottle from which he would drink, and instead poured it down the sink.
Turned on the faucet and washed his face.
Put on his coat and gun and took his leave of the place.
He made a promise that day to God and himself, he said: " No more sorrows washing down by booze. NO more women loose. No more waking in places unknown and I will ignore the words that the shadow has shown. I will continue to live this life until its taken from me. And Lord when it does, I will plead for forgivness and I will join thee....and you too Charlie." God bless you Charlie...
being judged by the nights twilight halls.
Cold, dark, silent was the city streets,
he's been here before, is he here for a meet?
A voice calls out"You made it. I thought you might"
The man turned to the voice, he saw a shadow but no light.
" Lets get this over with" said the man
The shadow smiled " Ive seen your work, I admit I am a fan"
This guys sick he thought,
He was planning on this being done on the spot.
The shadow pulled out his guns and glided like the reaper's cloak.
The man's guns wouldn't fire! He began to choke.
The shadow came closer and closer.
Why wont the gun fire, the man wasn't sure.
The reapers shadow was right ontop of him,
his coldbreath threatned his face and promised sin.
The gun still wont fire!He can't stop the choke.
The shadow stops, doesnt fire, instead a cold hand reaches for the man's throat.
The hand tightens, the man lets out a cry,
his soul was fleeting, he might finally die.
The shadows sick chesire girn grew,
he turned his barrel to some nearbye kids, BLAM, they were slewn.
The Shadow laughed without regard and continued to blast,
innocent children and friends from the past.
His laugh growing bigger and more insane, the man could feel his sould begining to wane.
Desperatly he tried to warn the innocent,
But they never herd him and the shadow was hell bent.
Hundreds killed, blood fell like tears of God form the sky,
And the man had to watch as each of them would die.
Their twisted face, their hellish pain now his.
The Shadows' gun gave them deaths kiss.
The man reached desperatly for his gun,
but the shadow tighten his grip and said" you're done"
The man frantically woke up with a shaking pistol in his hand.
with a tortured sigh, he put it on the night stand.
look at the clock 3:35
surprised and ashamed to be alive.
He walked to a mirror where an empty bottle laid,
and nother one layed in wait.
he stared at himslef in the mirrior to look at himself,
he had no idea where he was or no idea how many drinks he was delt.
He looked at the gun, the drinks and his face stung with a tear.
then he noticed something in the mirror that filled him with mortal fear.
On the mirror written in red was the words"The Shadow knows"
then the shadow's face appeared and his eyes and smile glowed.
"You can't run, don't even think to hide. Every man's soul must be judged and tried.
I am that hunter of the human soul, I am the inevitablity that fills the hole. Don't think you'll get your release, I've got you in chains. You are MY minion, you make the blood rain. Your curse: to be the last man standing when every one has fell, but when your turn comes up, and it will, I will send you to hell."
The man threw the empty bottle at the mirrior, It shattered liked a spiders glossy web.
the man tired to forget the shadows words, but he heard the reapers laugh echo in his head.
Then he took the bottle from which he would drink, and instead poured it down the sink.
Turned on the faucet and washed his face.
Put on his coat and gun and took his leave of the place.
He made a promise that day to God and himself, he said: " No more sorrows washing down by booze. NO more women loose. No more waking in places unknown and I will ignore the words that the shadow has shown. I will continue to live this life until its taken from me. And Lord when it does, I will plead for forgivness and I will join thee....and you too Charlie." God bless you Charlie...