From upon the high noon, as the sunset dawns the evening; I hear the bells ringing, ranging 'n dong in my ear– as those ringing that transcripts of ding-dang-dong. As my dear Marion mildly walks the hall; that shalt hath the blissful moments of her dearly life. A life that I desire of; but now then, never be knight by the ecstasy forevermore.
Presently, my soul bred stronger as no longer I will not falter that my Marion will finally found love for this day– this day that she will vowed as a maiden for a bride within the distant shall clasp the second of her life. Here with, here now. Imminent then they say the sacred words. Here on, every bride's maid and best man are surely chattering what if art they're future at the end will. True, I imagine what will be their child of their bare shall look within. Tis hast guessing, for me no love shall not be true indeed for me... Indeed, pain– those bare rebuff that I might art torture me.
But suddenly, I felt untighten; as if my still of beating of my heart goes by. As it goes by, here she goes. I can't barely– breath within! What's happening I said, it vexed me! And that precise moment, my eyes! – my dear eyes! Here distorting... As the bells that goes ding-dang-dong now transcript as death-by-dawn!
Tormented as I, but why would? May I was once in love with that maiden but I concede I have no longing in taking the maiden! We're no meant to be– but as if the bells– were telling me that they are not! and not they! meant to be as well! Glooming blue by the groom's vows! Here is! they vowed! I wouldn't be calm with this moment. But I... I can't I. We– well... I should be pleased with Marion, right I? As I took some cigar outside, I did not envisage... Those smog, they were laughing–laughing– bluffing off me! And the smog... They are forming to noggins, screaming soul of saintly days of yore– by those means of omens depicting by my girl!
But that's not possible, it should be some disillusion. Surely, I said, surely must be deceit that deceives me. As I gone cuffing n' cuff myself, I felt something slimy in my face. And when– it drooled below down, maggots– o those dear maggot! Truly I am– truly I distasted the scent of adorn revulsion. Thenceforth, something was smiling above, that placid bust that simply smiled at me. It was laughing and laughing at me without a grin of the face; they a sheer smile that hearkens that scented pain of pleasure.
I could hear, what no one can hear– the pain– that mere pain of pleasure! Tormented I am, by the fact it groaned, whimpers of a tears of blood. Marital as if. And it seemly... They enjoyed it, o pain– that prick inside! Why? Why I would? I could felt that rape inside of his! But, no... It is not. By that holy blessed such ever thing is eternal pleasure of torment. Cursed, it was.
No, no! Then and there on, the bells. Belling the towed of my soul, shouting– and shouting my premise of my demise. How could I do? How would I do it? Such a thing as murder! Then, the bells, the bells... Shrieking the words... Death-by-dawn, death-by-dawn, death-by-dawn.
They were singing it to me, music were if. Guilt I may, but no. I wouldn't do such a thing as murder... I might be insane by the legit truth that I solely loved the girl. No, I said, quoting as it chock to my dear words. Never regretting I never lie the truth! O, I pondered you! For love and evil! Mount those encrypted words and shall be the end of it!
But the bells belling the vows, of ding-dang-dong, ding-dang-dong... Death-by-dawn, death-by-dawn, death-by-dawn... Whispering here and nothing more.
Respite, respite! I shouted within the heart. Resilient! I proclaim within my bosom's core. Leave this man alone and by mere horror be desolate by that undaunted love you claim, villain! For who am I to be love and be love by a swain who sways me back?!
As the beating of my heart still forces me to do something, shall be refused. Gently by gently, I saw the trees were like wavering around like I was in deserted, within that enchanted. I perceives the clouds were like death, black plague and ravens dropping off from the sky high. Horror by the illusion I either don't know why portraying my sentiments. No! I said. No... But with the means by lord or lady, porch by that unknown syllable of fowl–was the whispering words of... Death-by-dawn!
And as– and then the beautiful harmony of the accompanist, beginning to that– most terrifying symphony that ever heard in my whole life making my still of my heart from a pace that fastening the hour. Windy breeze that sucked my soul, rendering and rejecting that potency that my heart sought after. Darkness, o darkness that peering to hind. Bellowed n' utter that mimic, dreaming dreams that no mortal dare to dream, for I longed you God above! Here me, heeding from that redemption. Heed me! Heal me...
Nonetheless, in that moment of nothingness, I heard a cry from a heart. Crying like a child within me, it pounder and pound like a beat. Drumming, redeeming that shadow I decked. What a pain! A pain! That wanted to explode to my heart. Like as if... I was birthing to a child, to her own child! Suddenly, I saw– how– the walls, windows, and the holy structured of Christ were bleeding. I saw how Christ! was aching in mortal pain! His wounds that were wormed, burned. But seeing myself replacing that God above. In nailed, in torture! By seeing that man! I– himself! Be tortured… Forevermore!
And formerly on, that crucified vision of myself. His stomach stretch and it flooded, by my own unholy blood of mine, flooding blood and fetus. Then, rats! O rats! Coming out the door and window. Pest or not, by the Heaven that bends above us. See me! As I laugh to the bride that I once adore now be shall pest shall rid, by that torment that I will reconcile, art no affright by that loss of that maiden! For shalt be the end– of my torture!
By witness these people being placid by those who sinned me! By that Heaven that judge my judgement! For what ruth shall be ignite! By that horror mortally wounded my soul I proclaim, nevermore...
Maggots, o maggots! Wake me as I awake you with the truth, with no bare truth shall be may true love is.
"Villains! I shrieked within the bride. "Tell this man alive that you longed with me and shall be mine forever evermore!" And I took the pistol and shot Marion by seven times! Seven times! As that sickening grief I acclaim!
As then, I took the gun in mouth and say goodbye and shall be reunion with her... In hell!
But the gun refuse to blow, I forgot that I fired seven shot and empty the gun. Forgetting that I myself must buried my soul may shall be lifted... Ahh... So now, they jailed me and as if they treat me as nonsense. But eagerly, I wish for the morrow. For she will leave, and my hope will shall press. Nothing further than seeing that girl from that sealed jail of mine. Bless or not, I always talked to Marion if will be in heaven...
And the girl said... "Never again…"
Here I laughed, as the jail was burning. And be flooded, by the judgement. Here I rest... Forever evermore...