(Meant to be read slowly)

"Come to me, Oh servants of Darkness.
Heed my call unto you,
And accept these blood sacrifices."

His voice was as cold,
As the ice that formed
Around his frame.

Dark blue lighting
Whipped around his body,
Slowly lowering him.

Ice shattered,
Throwing shards
of raw hatred.

Proclaiming him,
As the new master
Of this frozen realm.

The robed figure,
Resting in the snow
Took his last breath.

Dark tentacles
Of pure evil,
Stole his life.

So that the Master,
May live and rule
For all of time.

01/18/2002

Posted on 01/18/2002
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