They were strong, mighty and ennui
So they birthed wicked games
Departed souls, they summoned
Enslaved them to their ways
Corrupted heavens, corrupted hells
They’ve failed in their prays
For none are stronger than these belles
Playing wicked games.
Invoking all that’s pure, invoking all that’s rotten
They cast grey shadows on this earth
They hide to be forgotten
Sinister sisters, oh how far the birth?
Of this macabre match, will take us, the bewildered
The unaware of power, the slaves that do
Your bidding, the ones you caged and blistered
Our hands from crimes that few
Know the stem from which they grew.
Lethargy of the most unclean
May have brought us to our knees
I fear, my dear sisters, that you are no dream
No fantasy nor reverie, no please!
But a terror of the utmost gravity
With looks that can deceive
Damned beauties with avarities
And means to disease
All that bores your mind, what a calamity...
Beware of these sisters, sinister in thought
They aim to please themselves
At whatever cost
They are horrid, they are merciless
And I pity those that might one day
Cause languor or trouble
For come what may
They will not suffer
Any fool, Lucifer’s daughters.
Thank you Jozef.
Nice work