Yet the light beckons this sweet brutality.
Forceful eyes sit and gaze upon thee.
To sit and face the once godlike and selfish greed.
A determined warrior soul-stained with glee.
In his eyes an inferno howls praise to the diction of life he calmly creates.
Not a life or a lie could comprehend to conquer
Not a sin shifted eye betwixt traitors slander.
A woman a night, a woman deemed worthy to taste the perfection, yes the very one they've all been searching
Impious in nature and cruel, could it be?
A man deemed fit to reign as an exalted king.
A death so divine, stuck frozen in time.
Oh to leave with your sight gone awry.
Such bliss, devotion, sinister admiration.
For our hate made a potion.
However will we know that this twisted elixir as come into existence.
Surely he will show me a night of which I wish to forget
Forget his pride
All you've ever wanted is at the cost of his life.
"Oh Seriah, this gift is most welcome, to the throne, you shall sit for your praise.
I have looked past you, for that I apologize...
Tonight you need not worry for your body is mine."
Feet flutter fast as we walk to the corridor seeping death.
Hearts that pulse to the rhythm of the forthcoming mess.
I enter his silken chambers, riches beyond my foolish fantasies.
I sit on his yearning deathbed, a potion for only I to see.
"Oh god, this life is now complete!"
Drink, drink every drop.
Until you feel life begone and your veins tear away at your very essence true.
Fade, fade into grey.
This bloodstream appears spreading throughout his undoubtedly useless body.