Death will come to me, for I am His childe and His alone.
My wraithlike features are the emulation of His greatness
(Covered in ebony, I serve only to embody Him.)

Bring Death to me --cries my pallid skin--
Make my soul glow with His translucence
[Intertwine our already coupled souls]

Let corporeal Death possess me, let Him bind Himself
into the marrow of my bones (and if He so chooses, let Him
infuse Himself through my pores in incarnadine torrents of fury)
and repel my from my own flesh if He finds me unworthy.

Oh, Death, surely You will ally Yourself with me, Your eternally faithful warrior
[Take my virginal being and fill it with Your own terrifically putrid self.]



O, fool, you did not truly believe I am not yet possessed by Death...

12/04/2004

Posted on 12/04/2004
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