The Veil

Blinded by the veil she holds
All she sees is what she's told
Forced upon her by dark oppression
It became her sick obsession
The picture sewn into the veil
Is all she knows in her hell

As her sight begins to dim
She yearns to view the veil again
In desperation a candles lit
To see the veil's sweet silhouette
Yet no image forms inside her head
So weeps untill she's nearly dead
While no longer covered by her veil
Madness blinds just as well

Bloody tears run with such great haste
As the light begins to burn her face
O' woe is she who lost her cover
She will search in vain to find another
She claws at stone untill she bleeds
Upon her anguish insanity feeds

Never before had she seen such light
At least not one so bright

She remembers the pictures on the veil
The monsters and demons she knew so well
she heard their chants not a moment longer
Those songs they had used to call her

Mad and bloody she passed away
Yet this had been her greatest day