On the throne of horror I sat <br />And brought you terror, <br />In the dark, I left you, <br />And brought you torture... <br />There is no angel, <br />There is no holy choir <br />Singing to us from heaven... <br /> <br />The nightmare has just begun... <br />Every dream can turn into a nightmare, <br />Every swan can sing, <br />Every day can turn into night... <br /> <br />A beautiful symphony, blissful one, <br />Turns into a rape of sounds, <br />An idea, a thought, a vision of a better world, <br />Is changed into destruction by evil minds, <br />Stop there and look at the Sun: <br />It won’t shine forever! <br /> <br />Angels are cut to pieces, <br />Bleeding on their white torn wings, <br />The churches are one with the ground, <br />Apocalypse crawls into this world, <br />Just as a snake following its prey! <br /> <br />The God of destruction finally came, <br />No, you won’t escape, <br />Your faith is not strong enough, <br />You've always needed proof <br />To believe in the existence of the Merciful God, <br /> <br />Take a look around you... <br />Only Evil staring in your eyes, <br />Isn’t all the evil proof enough for you? <br />There cannot be one without the other... <br /> <br /> <br />On the throne of horror you sit, <br />And bring me terror, <br />In the dark, you left me, <br />And bring me torture... <br />There is no angel, <br />There is no holy choir <br />Singing to me from heaven... <br /> <br />©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission! <br />Part of 'Dark Whisperings and Invocations'<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/throne-of-horror/
