A prince laughs, knives at hand
Controlled by his lust of blood
The wind comes but his aim is straight
They fall deep into his mark
Some escape, but not for long
His hands pull and the cuts come
They fall down, in pain they die
His weapons are of knives and wire
And so he laughs, his strange laugh
His eyes are hidden but you see his lips
It smiles so strangely at the sight of blood
Reminding him of the thrilling night
Of the death of his perfect twin
A small crown sits atop his head
It shines gold into the night
The last in sight of those he killed
And now he's gone, the mission done
A hundred killed by the sadistic prince
Prince the Ripper, Belphegor
Another one for Bel's birthday. Hope you guys like it. It was hard to make it. Enjoy.
- bel-chan