Cassidy Melczak

In the darkness of the castle, in the mountain tops so high
Therein lies a ancient demon of the ancient nocturne sky
That in a crypt of bone and magic, in the cellar of his lair
Ghastly creatures gained an entry into Earth, The protected realm
A hero rises from the darnkess fending raiders from his realm

'Weres and bats all flee in terror, Running from burning pain
Demons flee from cursed hero and the cursed nimbus chain
Throughout the land and 'round the worls many stories there were told
'Bout this man with holy spirit, and his whip to kill the ghouls
Pervasive mists and mighty magic cloak this landscape, home of ghouls

In the valley of the mountain, there did lie a nested town
The wall did fall by pressed attack All hope then came to crashing down
Dark wicked creatures from the dead came to pillage in the town
Rippling, tearing up the the live ones feasting upon human flesh
Now enter hero bold in spirit, sharp of mind and strong in flesh

What wth whip and sinewed muscle flashing steel and demon bane
Meeting mighty monsters did he slay them with his mighty chain
With holy power he did fight, he did battle through the night
Dark things rise up from the cold ground only to be stuck back down
Dark creatures called from the dead never 'gain to fall back down

Sleeping peaceful in the cold ground village townsfolk were woke up
Befouled by creature, truely evil, drunken fom the demons cup
No longer resting deathly peaceful, but now walking, living corpses
Someone woke them from their slumber, someone broke their peaceful rest
That one foul creature, ancient evil, shall be put to endless rest

Ancient demon, vile creature, risen up from the cold gound
No earthly tomb can hold him back, nor can simple holy sound
A handsome face, and demon's body strength and powers from without
Cold heart, cold mind, cold eyes, cold skin, hides the demon deep within
Our hero comes forth to the castle, come to kill the beast within

Castle gates stood in the darkness looming high, tall, in the night
The gate is open, bridge is down, entrance easy not to fight
Unholy chills came up from the ground courtyard stretches far and wide
Courtyard open green and darkened misty steams rise from the ground
When out of nowhere skells and zombies, long dead rise up from the ground

Shambling creatures walking forward intent to kill our hero fast
With crack of whip that cut the air, shattered boneos with holy blast
The skel'tons blasted from bone to dust undead now killed again
But these undead cannot be slain by the mostly human means
They must be slain by Holy Warrior by the sacred holy means



I wrote this... Actually I wanted to make a tribute to Castlevania, which is what this was supposed to be, it's not finished yet, and I don't plan to, unless of course everyone want's me to...


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