Wherefore art thou my sinister
bloody black rose?
Art thou about thy dark master's business,
have thee gone obediently to the graveyard?
Art thou singing the dark parises of the Evil One,
or art thou gathered with the coven before the
bloddy,cold alter of sin with dagger raised high,
to offer another sacrifice under the fullness of
the blood red moon?
Art thou quietly chanting those evil incantations
under the hypnotic spell of the wolfsbane?
With thy absence so prominantmy sinister black rose
I must confess the need to know:
Art thou ever coming home or art thou forever bound
to the work of the Evil One?
Donavon Scott Vinson
