Nightfall
Scamper across the misted grounds
Stopping, only just to find a wall
Graveyard, filled with hallow sounds
Reeking of sulphur
Attempting the rebirth of Her

Ill-fated wives
Cast down for their lives
As a necromancer casts its last spell
Silenced, nothing was meant to go well

The sun falls swiftly
And the Moon, she, hung
By a lunar noose
Brighter than ever, She swung

Accepting lovers
But rejecting all others
Their beliefs shall soon to be undone
A battle that cannot be won
For it is She, thy great mothers
Nyx, Diana, Astarte, Artemis
Unveiled, gracefully, with bliss

Walking the path
To the immortals
Seeing all but God's weaked wrath
Twas Eve that was decieved
Even Adam, not relieved
That Lucifer has concieved
A war man cannot win
Burning slowly, to total darkness
A whole world, complete with sin