• "Ephemeral Wraithe"

    Later martyrs that have passed me not, believe in the folk tales that liars forgot

    Their tongues twisted so, relinquishing the blow, that smothered alive is better off dead

    Wait for me not, my prince said of thieves, for your time to come to speak of these deeds

    Further the twisted and tattered up truths, for bodies of beloved can provide no proof

    The wasted youths of greed bring not, that petty quarrel, the sane have sought

    For now this reign loose tongues embowel, a bitter sweet scent, a history most foul

    Unending despair most sheltered with fraught, guards hearts against lies that the old have taught

    Withering vines taste of this fruit, to teach of the voice that the blind would be mute

    Barren this and bled of musk, the eyes sink back in a land amidst dusk

    Hidden, begotten, what lies to be forgotten, caters to hearts of those not rotten

    Like love that can die, and pride that can hide, hope is a valley that's drunken till gone

    Believe in me, my prince said of thieves, for who else if nothing can relinquish these deeds

    Trust the beheaded, leave no understanding, this child of death and destruction unending

    We beat our chests, dance with deadly intentions, but bring not forth a world with no superstition

    Come to an end foul reign of bloodless banter, open my wounds to embowel this my soul hungry enchanter

    Condemnation fear me not, tis the birth of nothing and yet with maggots besot

    Men with man should lie in wait of derisive behavior, incorrigible lust, an odious taint

    Take with life the shuddering breath, a vermillion kiss, fleetingly just, this listless death

    ~END~

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