The Red Death

Thrice

Entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me

Weld the bolts and close the iron gate

Drink deeply the illusion of your safety

My how wishful thoughts inebriate, masquerade, and revel in your opulence

Writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance

Swim through hues and whispered tones of heresay

A dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe

Remember me? You look so suprised to see me here

With hell's black wings did I over perch these walls

For stony limits cannot hold me out

And now you all die