Dark and secluded.
devoured, up rooted.
The remains merely an echo of who I use to be.
A black veil hidding a sorrowful visage.
does anyone dare to get close to me?
In time ill see I suppose......
But for now its just me myself and I.
Walking alone through the passage of time.
forever deluded and simply monstrous.
a unique entity all my own...
one day I'll return to my thrown...
And upon that day may my heart be owned.
Spells and bells in deep old wells.
Trickery?
Simply not my thing.
Wickedly?
Honey, now your talking.
Easy?
to cheesy.
complicated not calculated.
Spells are simply spells...
unless of course you have a love that dwells.
then spells are more then spells.
spells that will do what you will....
unless of course you are void and ill.
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