The Prince Moon

The Prince of Death and Evil

A blood of the night born in the city of dis

The world of darkness, the realm of torment
The black mist has slain the glimpse of light

 that I can’t bear to see my own reflection

I was walking in the dusky dessert

For every grain of the sand penetrate my empty heart

Turning my soul as part of the dying terrain

Despair will kiss you till no drop of hope nor light

 touch to set free your naked eye

No one to hold on, scream, pain and melancholy

Deafening silence, the music of the undead 

For hope, can’t enter the gate of damnation

I don’t expect there is a someone will help

I can't bear to show how weak I am to the shadow men

For discerning snakes ready to eat their weak prey in all time

No time to lose for every second count

Now or never, I must do what I have to do

Leave it or reign it

For the shadows, bones, and undead waiting for me to give up

Or to fight the untouchable, malevolent and wicked enemy of our soul

I have waited for a very long year in the abyss of agony

For my heart turn to rock died in hoping someone will pull me out of here

I learn the wisdom of death by listening to the whispers of the mist

I took the unsheathed, loud and poisonous scythe of the dying time

To kill Hades and end his reigning days in the dark perdition

As I sit on the throne of darkness to claim his title

“The Prince of Death and Evil”

Disclaimer : I don't own the picture but I own the poem