Daughters of Salem
by Michael Doyle

In the misted realm of nightmares
Beyond the screens of our daily care
The daughters of Salem toss
In their graveyards of the crooked cross

Hidden tears masked by blood stains
That cannot wash away with the cold rains
Is the fear that lies beyond fear
Where the hounds of Hell persevere 

Down the corridor to the locked room
Where past is present and we seal our doom
Are secrets we hide and dread to know
All for the sakes of the Lords of rock-n-roll

We make our unholy crypt beneath the skull
Trying as we can to resist the master's call
Watching in our minds as Autumn leaves fall 
Praying to a God that we don't really know at all

Yet, God is always open to those seeking sanctuary
Yes, there is a war waging in this near mortuary
Some of Heaven's angels rage their rebellion
For the sake of Lucifer and his cohort of hellions

Broken wings are the the wages of your sin
You feel these tugging at you again and again
Calling out as you do for His saving mercy
While life pours out its bittersweet heresy

The darkness whispers of our waiting fate
That forms us more than the destiny we await
Ultimately then, we will find our voice
And dark or light, we will make our final choice

(c) October 3, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved