Artist:  Don Maitz

Buried Evils
By:  JoAnna Martin

Silently beneath the sky
my empty shell alone does lie.
Forever awaiting "the intriguing one"
in hopes that one day he will come.
Without him, I sit upon the throne
abandoned and anticipating all alone.
"Oh Lord of Blood, come back to me
so together we can spend eternity."
Our souls are bonded forevermore 
by ancient pasts and forgotten lore:
the King and Queen of buried evils
we ruled the demons, arch-angels and devils.
When he returns, again we shall reign
and the world will collapse once again.
The fate of all with innocence
with perish under pestilence.
To see the looks upon their face
as their heads hang lowly in disgrace, 
will be euphoric, I cannot wait-
the moment it occurs will be none too late.
Soon our vengeance will arise.
The world will see what evil lies. 
The darkside within us will condemn them all 
and sentence them to an quick downfall. 
"Hurry now my darling, our time has come."
This thrilling delirium makes my body numb.
My mind is living it’s own fantasy
hoping no one comes to set it free.


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