my darkness groan
to be so sorely forgotten about
sly submisson of guilt
pleasure bringers, crave also
sultry need, to please their Mistress of lust
pangs of anger, and regret, within their honor bound hearts
they utter enchantments, to stir her greed
she hungers but has long denied herself
no one pleases like legion does
she pure of thought, and chaste of vision, left them in exile
entering the mortal realm to find her God
it is with hesitation they approach
she is in full bloom and her honey calls to them
a sip divine, will drive them to madness
they will do anything for her
they prepare for war, it will be a battle
their Mistress of the great divide and void
yawns and exhales the dark
from which they drink
they impale her passions with obscentiy
