The bell tolls
For the lost soul
A creature from hell
Comes to collect what belongs to it
A rotten skeleton
Covered in a black cloak
Fire in its eye sockets
Breathing fire through it's mouth and nose
Carrying two things
In one hand a glowing glass jar
Big and massive
For the souls it collects
In the other hand a deep sounding bell
It's tone heared throughout eternity
For those who are about to leave the land of the living
No comments:
Post a Comment