Proud and unaccepting - arrogant
and condescending. He keeps the
rage there somewhere deep inside.
Invisible yet so intense, it circulates
within his atmosphere. Like fire tinged
by icy mists, he reaches out to touch,
and yet another destiny is sealed.
It does not matter who it
is, as long
as they respond. How sweet the blood,
how powerful the souls he comes to steal.
Vibrant energy, repeating endlessly
in other realms of being. A final effort,
then release - such harmony he finds
within epitomes of insurrection.
A rush, a thrill, a trickle
- flesh, inertly
laid out in a tomb of deep sublimity...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home...