You haunt me with patience of the predator - cruel and feral, tasting - savoring - the mist of fear swirling in my eyes, clinging to my breath. My promise of eternity - my soul - you ask. I've been waiting - always. I'm weary, my love.

Creature of power and tempest, my torment is soft and gentle - touch cold, my skin engraved - laced - with bright truth - it burns - that I can never see for the veil of my mortality. Don't look away. Watch me taint that which is mine - yours - with all you were forbidden to know, as I unearth everything poisonous and dark - shadows - that my decaying humanity bears and thrives upon, and paint my mask of war: vision - twisted, spirit - conflicted and rage - crimson. I hate you.

You look yet fail to see - pity - distant mirror to my broken reflection. Creature of beauty and light, your gaze is sharp - don't falter - it shreds my dreams - all dust - and I laugh - cry - bitter and harsh and old. You win.