The Resurrection of Barnabas Collins

 

 

 

 

Confined to this hidden darkness

Trapped in the funk of two hundred years

 Caught between death and salvation

Where nothing is as it appears

 

Vengeance ignites the fires from Hell

Incinerating all of its prey

The flaming, dancing skeletons

Of this satanic Passion play

 

Constant visions of wicked Angelique

That terrorize and plague your conscience

Martinique, a distant memory

Still holds the key to your existence

 

This fine and intricate line

Entwined by such love and hate

You share this common bond

That seals your ultimate fate

 

Yes, Angelique may curse you

For all eternity

Her madness and twisted logic

Of moral antiquity

 

Rage, rage at these flames

Of your resurrection

Cursing out her name

With dire conviction

 

 

 

 

L. A. Stone

Copyright  2003