Moist
worshipper, eyes blazing greenly
She
will unmake you, touch you serenely,
Seals
your soul pieces together, like a genie
Calling
your body into being with the song of a banshee
To
bite and kiss every inch of a creature of the sea worshiped by thee.
Bred
for impending war, lost love, and chaos
The
only dream of making order out of eros,
You
see a fire forged halo, but she's pure darkness
Embodied
in raw matter, the dead queen became heartless.
Challenged
by kings, by knights, humans and demons alike
Everything
she does, it's in the name of death,
Slaying
innocent dreams, dissecting colorful hopes,
But
bow mortal to her nightmares, you're now in her choke-hold.
Breaker
of frontiers, bringer of dried tears, all breaths stopped short,
Don't
mess with the devil, or she'll drain the fright out of every living soul
Steal
the light from their eyes, breathe primeval darkness upon time
To
call the everlasting silence with the song of the dying stars.
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