The Gothic Hymn Poem by Satan's Sibling

The shadows of moonlight,
Free and divine.
The beams shine upon me,
As sweet as red wine.
The stars glitter above,
Divine and Free,
Never even considered,
How they see me.

Black Roses weep,
By the nightime falls.
The tears feed the storm,
While the Twilight calls.

White dove flies free,
Without a care of his days.
For without remuneration,
He still never prays.
He wishes and hopes,
But never falls apart.
This Gothic Hymn,
Tells it right from the start.

Black Roses weep,
By the nightime falls.
The tears feed the storm,
While the Twilight calls.

A Red rose burns,
In the heat of the day.
It lay upon the desert ground,
Beyond the turning fray.
Chaos rules sanctity,
As the sacriligion grows.
It burns the embers strong,
And wilts the blood red rose.

Black Roses weep,
By the nightime falls.
The tears feed the storm,
While the Twilight calls.

White Rose lays calm,
Within the tears and the panic.
It watches the other Roses,
Begin to become manic.
Yet it still survives,
From the heat and pain and fear.
It stays upon it's throne,
Until the Reaper nears.

Black Roses weep,
By the nightime falls.
The tears feed the storm,
While the Twilight calls.

Black Roses weep,
By the nightime falls.
The tears feed the storm,
While the Twilight calls.