Matthias K. Maier


In the night wails and groans

Arise out of chambers in the old castle

Dark, tenebrous figures

Glide o’er the half – fallen towers

Wailing and groaning.

Upon a hill, the castle crumbles

The grandams tell of old doom

That fell upon the Lords of the Land

When dark tenebrous figures cackle

And chants

And spoke words of blasphemy in

The face of the Gods of Gore

Now forlorn looms the castle stands

The hill bare and wasted, void of life

Matthias K. Maier