The Black Chrysalis

Midnight within a silent corpse garden.
The full moon rising, demon inviting.
An auspicious moment a paranormal sighting.
As I stare with deepest eyes, something deep within me dies.
Beneath her stolen veil stares those lost eyes.
A statue of an angel with frozen tear filled eyes.
Another soul is lost and another human dies.
Vain from the ignorance of believing in their lies.
Murdered in the name, the name of Jesus christ.
As bloody tears runs from mother mary's eyes.
Witnessing a murder a killer on the loose.
Lying dead under a cold moon decaying on a noose.
Night stalking the horror, watching the art of the kill.
A velvet cloaked assasin, a soul that cannot heal.
Armed with rosary and dagger the footprints to a grave.
Screaming bloody murder, screaming from the grave