Darkness
within and out,
the cold
grips upon my heart.
No more
wonderful words,
but fangs
sharp as polished swords.
You held me
in your arms,
with your
promise of duty.
Alas, no
love – but charms,
your
sweetness, out of folly.
No more
beauty just the beast.
See me now
without the mask.
For you I
have looked my best,
walked out
from my nasty task.
Hatred is
upon me,
my sole
vengeance, you will see.
For I shall
have justice,
your sins
will receive notice.
You have
shattered my soul,
my heart, a
vacant hollow.
Thus, vile
creature, so foul,
expect me in
your shadow.
No more
beauty just the beast,
you will
never find mercy.
Prayers will
do you the least,
your blood
has made me thirsty.
The
awakening.
© Phoenix
Montoya @ May 29, 2012
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