The Zodiac Project: Pisces

        The pen pauses above the page;

        The words flow, the hand hesitates.

        It’s the story of the shadow in the sun,

        A hero born, a villain spawned.

        A good soul humbled from the power within;

        the evil coils, let the battle begin.

        

        There’s someone out there, this I swear;

        A monster lurking, looking darkly in.

        Sending shivers running down my spine;

        All you women run, all you children hide.

        No one knows how this story goes,

        Death will smile on for whom the bell will toll.

        

        I need to run, find a way to save

        Me the martyr, me the saint.

        Giving up hollow, cold, empty faith,

        I just want to be free from the hero’s fate.

        

        Grip of the dagger, blood of the blade;

        Wounds open wide, guts on display.

        The hero has fallen, the villain remains,

        Walking slowly on to the imminent fate.

        The beast-man stumbles, the reaper he has graced.

        There’s no dying scream, just death upon his face.

        

        I need to run, find a way to save

        Me the martyr, me the saint.

        Giving up hollow, cold, empty faith,

        I just want to be free from the hero’s fate.