Sin and Death
Darkness now creeps from white-washed hands,
Black Ink to blemish pale skin.
Watch it crawl and creep with life
As to all it touches doth come strife.
The darkness reaches deep within,
Grabbing hold of all life-giving,
And wrenches -pulls- without restraint
As we cry aloud in pain.
We writhe and moan as the accurséd
Black Ink now invades our systems,
Wreaking havoc as it goes.
We cry yet louder as it burrows.
Feel it move into the heart
And rip the fragile flesh apart.
Bloodcurdling scream now fills the air
As blood pours from that wound there.
As we cry, we see him smile
Like Cheshire cat as all the while
The Master of Darkness merely stalks
The people he hath yet to mark.
Those be they that ever live,
Blind to danger and in bliss,
Ignoring the Darkness day by day
As if to keep the Master away.
~Leiland Arnholt
~Leiland Arnholt
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