Discord Poem by marie elizabeth vampirus

the earth shetters beneath thy feet
wasps hover to thy flesh's feast
in numbered days you shall rise
forsaken bodies is your prize
their souul you keep at your sepulcher's side
as blood from their wounds slide

you hinder them from sleepless nights
to awit death and his knights
the three fates fortell your day is near

your arrival the churches will fear
frias will run with crusifixes in hand
away from you and into the promised land.