by Drakan » May 29th, 2006, 17:55 
link: http://www.the-postmortem.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=5338#p5338

I'm proud to say that I have written and finished my first ever BLOOD POEM! Sorry to be vain here but I'm DAMN FUCKING proud of it.

Shial anyone? ;)

Out of the water
Into her cold nest
Loaded is Caleb ready to fight her
Shial's next to be killed by the best

Mother's victims hang from the ceiling
Swinging and swaying with vain struggle
One Caleb spies with dreaded feeling
A familiar cry that's disturbingly subtle

Relentlessly they try to wriggle
But they will never break free
Endlessly they try to jiggle
From the pain they cannot see

Thick is Shial's home with the scent of death
No mistake he can smell her alright
And he grows tense with each bated breath
For she could be anywhere but not in sight

Out of nowhere she suddenly swings
And plants a bite right on his back
But he simply shrugs off all the stings
Time to make this bitch bleed and crack.

Her children come pouring out of bodies and boards
The Tommygun sings it's tune as they bleed like piss
Her children come at Caleb by the hundred of hordes.
And as they all die, he smiles at mother's angry hiss.

Now it's down between him and Shial
His shotgun barks it's menacing tone
He'll bleed her like a smashed vial
She'll be no more when she's ripped and done.

And so his shotgun echoes like thunder
She staggers back in a painful recoil
Her shrieks pierce the air as her flesh is torn asunder
She bleeds her wounds unto the thick soil

With a heavy cry she staggers to the ground
And painfully she lays down to die
A hard lesson learned about being put down
Up against Caleb death is not worth a try

And so from Gabriella's bones he takes the meat
Listening to the moaning victims with each bite
He takes his leave from the cavern after he eats
And soon will fade this cold and bitter night.