Master

HIS Beloved

Softly.......HE....follows me around
Calling out to me, but never by name....always........without breaking a sound
everyone's blind to HIS manifestation
Only I can comprehend HIS unheeded devastation
No bleakness nor brilliance can contain HIM
He crosses all divine and diabolic reasons with something much more than the Original Sin........

I lay awake and HE's there..... the smell of mist and fire...always on my pillows

From HIS creation, HIS goal was to tempt and drive insane
Many ages has HE seen , and thousands have been fallen during HIS reign
HE fell upon me, and remembered my creation... and saw me broken
HE claims me not as HIS victim but HIS toy, HIS token
I'm alone when HE's claiming the lives of the forlorn
Then HE appears and embraces me; HE speaks of the day that together we're reborn

I can only watch the dismay he causes..... HE says each one is a gift to me...

........HIS Beloved Prize........

Poem by Bayou Faerie
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Credits~

Sorceress


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Demon


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Background


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Vulture and Tree


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Bones


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Blood


Khaosdog

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Texture~

The Darkness by


Cloaks

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Brushes~


Resurgere

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