Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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Sweet Temptress (Fragment B.)
Hold me.
Hold me.
Hold me.
Hold me.
She was like a spider keeping a key to a cunning weave.
Chess moves that haunt even the greatest man.
Her arms were like shadows holding me still in the air.
An offer of love is deceit.
I am but the circle of sacrifice.
She teases with her touch.
Her hunger sated as she looks on at me.
This new form is not the person she caught.
My desire turns to ash as the light on us fades.
This war begins with small words.
What was lost becomes my hatred.
As the spit writhes like fire from our mouths.
Her betrayal is too much to bear.
What we had burn our city down to the ground.
How my revenge urges me to kill as the room fills with flame.
Burn it, burn it all.
Let my face turn to stone.
The heart becomes nothing but a voice lost in glass.
I am right back where I began.
Purgatory’s wind befriends my face.
How I wish I could make some pain.....
Burn her.
Burn.
Burn.