Crimson Knight ~Three

Crimson Knight ~ Three

The Rise of Vetis

Below the pavement of Sycamore Street

Asphalt hides a clan

Of glamorized yet hellish feigns

Who hope to feast on man.

Black is their being, inside out

Seeking power most corrupt

And in the blood of nonbelievers

They hope to feed and supp.

Vetis, Master of all most high

Can see within a heart

And with temptation, vanity and fame

Can tear it straight apart.

Those who doubt fall at his feet

To rise with him at night

A brutal uprising waits to ensue

But the timing must be right.

For she still walks in daylight proud

Aware he waits in slumber

Growing forces one by one

By blood, quench thirst, stall hunger

The darkest prince of hers was he

But even demon hearts get broken

She could not defend his ways

 Defeating him with token

A silver coin upon his eyes

While his army rested

She slid away to earthly realm

And he was, for one time, bested.

But the time shall come when Crimson cries

Tear drops sweet as blood

For he will finally have his revenge

Knife through the heart of love.

And upon the earth mortals will weep

Not knowing the saviour they have lost

 A staunch defender will die in defeat

Their world will be the cost.

~Natasha Head~