his eyes the stare of death
a red that burns so deep inside
you dream of things that sneak and flee
he possesses your lonely heart
a puppet master of thee
never to die never to survive
you are one with he
a daunting figure
a mirror trick
a creature begging blood
the shadowed controller of your mind
disembodied, hidden to their kind
a killer, a drainer of souls that yearn
a life away from here
no magic, no power does he believe
can stray him from his sadistic grieve
only those who learn him best
are able to free their sorcery
thus their surge of hatred of the one
twill be their rising of the land's misery |
Submission Name: the bloodwraith
