The golden years are far from done
But the blackness has set in
And someone who once thought they had it won
Is now immersed in sin.

Black kohl lines lids of steel
Silver shadow adorns one bloody eye
Slate grey breaths turn Fate’s infamous wheel
She used to ride so high.

A shaking finger reaches out towards seemingly oppressive light
A whisper, a breath, these are all things of mind
They have no power here, where the body only can win the fight
And the things of literature, of love, in the darkness are left behind.

This is the dark place she ventures near
Where, coveted, stand the idols she used to hate
And the only place that she is ever so alone is here
Before the ice-cold steel and iron gate.

When screeching owls soar over a jet-black sun
And the rats that scuttle stand tall and proud
When all the fires, fear, hatred have begun
When the image of God is no longer loud

Shall begin the days she has always feared would appear
When brick by brick Camelot will fall
And in its stead shall be a sneer
From the darkest god of all.

Hades as his name some say
Grim Reaper standing strong
Brings death too close and lights the way
In a nails-on-chalkboard melody and song.