Queen Aubryn elates, for this must be fate;
An army of souls come to fill up her plate.
Watching, she slavers, this moment she savours;
Hope must kill them all, she must not be let waver.
My mind’s eye is focussed,
To conjure great spells;
Send you all back to hell.
Scream for your god
As my minions maraud;
I will summon up flames,
Melt what’s left of your brains.
You’ve brought on this trouble;
I wanted no battle,
But will slaughter like cattle
Every last of you thralls;
This is where your god falls.
As you bleed internal.
The rage inside Hope fanned by Aubryn’s desire,
Serves to swell up a power borne of ancient hellfire;
A fury augmented by anger unbound –
Is Hope in control? Has a new god been found?
In infernis arderet,
Your souls I inherit;
Eviscerate bowels –
How I love all your howls.
Look how I’ve grown horns;
My crown, I’m adorned,
To be queen of your pain;
Wear your skin that I’ve flain.
No mere mortal.
Some new power swirls within –
A dark delight with roots in sin.
Inside me, precious;
A field of charcoal left to embers,
This power’s mine; my heart remembers.
Fair Hope she fought; oh my, how she raged,
Though without one thought, that it all may be staged;
That her anger and fire came from realms never known –
Were they truly hers, or a gift sent from home?