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Persona of Night

02:53 Jul 07 2006
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The presence hurt, the hatred beckons.

My mind of a thousand virtues begins to grow darker as white wolf cries fourth her

Sacred weapons. Imperial form, divine divinity, illusive hatred towards the power of

Infinity. Aeons towards the back of my mind, anger rages into the storm of the divine.

Beyond the shadow, beyond the way, the anger of my bloodlines begins to toil away.

Tears of insanity dances around my form, enough to drive away my sacred mourn.

Never to be myself, never to be, my life now trapped in shadows, possessed by the

Decadence of the lost eulogy. Tears to ashes, never to mourn, the power of my life

Now lost, never born. Flesh to flesh as is to my blood, my own kindred, I never stood.

Blinded by the lamb's pure light, doomed to suffer by temptation's own blight. My

Heart, now filled with the cries of a thousand whys, to be muddled is the reason why

My heart now searches, searches to seek helm's true cry. Betrayed by blood, betrayed

By light, my mind now calls fourth Hecate's rightious might. The fury flows, the body

Trembles, my anger surges like the arrow, straight and true, to seek the target, and Strike it through. Death to end the hatred, death to end the pain, the fury of jealousy's

Bane must die away. To challenge the feud is to dance with death, mind games filled

With envy, hurtful, yet neglect. My phantom cries to stop the pain, blinded by the

Boundaries, too dark to gain. Songs of old regrow again, to seek the solution none

Obtained. Painful yet sad, darkened with grief, reality's true picture stood underneath.

Hated cries from beyond the wall, my soul chattered, yet stood calm. The sea of war

Froze my breath, beyond my humanity I sought regret. Begging to see a different path,

The light darkened, I fret. Stubborn as stubborn to be, the animal grew within, blinded

By divinity. Power hungered through my angry soul, the power of blood, depleting my

Woe. Falling down on bended knees, I begged to relinquish, the power grew instead.

With nothing more but one resort, I broke into judgement's final. Rage engulfed, the

Banshee screamed, my eyes grew darker, my teeth gleamed. Sharp as moonlight, yet

So bright, my nails grew sharper to my pain's delight. Everything heightened, from man

To beast, my darkened form began to unleash. Innocence lost, immoral gained,

Darkness grew within, my power regained. Summoned from slumberland's lore, the

Sleeping hunger grew once more. In my form now, frightened to be, I lost my humanity,

Never to be the same. The darkness echoed, it roared through my blood, from past

Nightmares my horror grew broad. Strengthened by betrayal, I began to intense, I

Raised my monstrous grotesque. Eyes as dark like the netherworld's gate, my hair

Grew long like Hecate's hate. Crimson dark, yet bold as light, it swayed upon the Netherworld's breath of night. Human flesh now built with demonic strength, skin that

Shined like lust's pure mate. Scared by my own shadow I screamed like mad, infuriated

By darkness, beckoned by man. Upon the darkened winds I flew, to become the one

I feared grew ever new. Now as a child of the night, I shivered in fear, to feel no

Warmth, to feel no light. Lonely without grace, I seeked to carry out humanity's

Embrace. Destined to avenge with injure to none, granted by the will to carry on. To

Become a deity to avenge the wronged, to hunt down the evil ever so fond. I lifted my

Head in silent sigh, then screamed like rightious fury, and became totally aligned. With

Ravenous wings as black as night, I flew like the dickens, furiously in delight.

Contented with evil within my sight, I drew out my razor sharp claws, and spilled the

Darkness within my light. The screams of evil echoed with a deafening blast as the

Darkened blood finally ceased at last. Yet from this trial of darkness I learned, within

Me yet still blooms the twilight's moon to yearn. From each battle to fight, hope is

Atoned in prestige to my right. Until when darkness beckons no more, I remain still in

This cursed form. Always to cry alone at night, always until justice is right.







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