Arms fall heavy with lead in their
veins…
They grab the hellish quill made of light’s
plume…
A shadow shovels into the debris of
memories filled with toxins
And finds derelict, almost
forgotten, the scent of an evil perfume.
The shadow instantly knew the
presence to be from the ancient past:
A terrifying ghost that haunted his body,
mind and heart from echoes of time.
She lived in vivid colors and putrefied
in the ages that last;
She was all sugary and sweet so the
shadow gave her a lime.
Only in that fallen shadow of his she
was respected, loved and feared,
An empty shell the rest of times,
when light hit her spot hot and hard.
She would have aid but at the end of
time, bored and sick, the shadow disappeared…
She was afraid of futures that would
never be possible to arrive,
She was afraid to speak her mind as
truth might be heard…
So with tantalizing lies the shadow
of his wings and thoughts was deprived.
A muse, a friend, a mistress, a goddess…
the name always changes
But to his heart she remained forever
the same:
A mirage of voluptuous cages,
The kind that shines to thrill…the
only kind that shadows can tame.
How could she never see beyond actions
but feel just a temporary usefulness?
He protected, mentored and cared for
her nevertheless.
He put himself shield and when Chaos
fell
He did things that are whispered but
no one can ever tell.
And for some of those he would
regain in Heaven his wings,
For most… he will have the greatest
of companies when he dines in Hell.
Hunter in nature, jealous and obsessed
with possession
She would threaten to beat or kill the
shadow’s own venison without hesitation.
But after, in an innocent act
everything she would regret,
Knowing he always finds out and her
advantages to other horizons free are set.
Everything burst when he searched rations
to regain
As she left realizing she can no
longer control him or contain.
First came the sadness of loneliness
and then hit pure love’s pain…
Tears poured in like the thickest
summer rain;
Relinquished from his throne,
Taken was everything he had in order
to atone;
The quill was burned so he could not
write;
For all he lost alone he would once
again have to fight…
A leash was also his to bear for a while…
He took them all with laughs and a serene
smile.
Then as was foretold all has stopped,
new life has set in motion;
He begins again to ascend on the
path of creation.
He buried his past with mortal flesh
and bones…
And soon found himself surrounded by
peacefully gravestones.
His skin was tainted in the Chaos
anew,
So the armies were given back and a
plan begins to brew.
I am that shadow, she was my
haunting tulip…
I am reborn by a dark rose and she
is no longer an angel to worship!
Brace yourselves! For my invasion is
here all to taint…
You’ll be cleaved in forbidden shivers
by this liquorish filthy saint.
