CAMELOT FANTASIES

DEATHS AFTERGLOW

Rivers from heart, doth flow.
Coming within, deaths after glow.
Deepened, by the darkness that crest.
Blackened to, the beating ov it's finesse.
Momentarily, time will comply.
Only within, the souls that cry.
Riveting will be, hells' fate.
Stymied by crimson, that stagnates.
Cold is my soul, as it waits for it's domain.
Take me, from within.
Let my soul, be your sin.
Rivers from heart, no longer flows.
After death, regains it's afterglow.