Of passions, and poisons

Hate is a poison,

That tastes like passion-squeeze...

From its very succulence,

Your death will be brewed…

Yet adamant you remain,

Never will you know the depth of evil,

Until you have been swallowed wholly by it …

Monsters grab at you,

They reach their clawed hands out to get you;

For you have bathed yourself in hateful waters,

And your blood reeks with the stench of vengeance …

You have crossed the bridge …

But only love can shield you

Only in her bosom will you find solace,

Freedom from the dark wraiths

That haunt your soul by night

Tormenting you by day,

Ordeals you’ve come to pleasure in…

You once bore the mark of light,

There was a time, long past,

When your soul was a lantern,

Casting the glow of goodness,

Unto shadows dark,

Healing broken men,

I can see you in memory’s embers

Bringing life to hollow chambers …

But you crossed the bridge,

You shed the robes of your father,

And walked off,

Into a misty cloud,

Swirling with unknowns …

And unknowables,

This ogre we must poison,

Against the beast you must revolt,

Not with guns or bombs,

Neither with threats of tombs…

The berries of brotherhood,

Fruits of compassion,

You will pluck up from the vineyard of love,

And to the ogre you will feed,

You will watch him burn,

You will watch him writhe,

You will place stone upon his crypt,

From the abyss you will rise

Once more, be our prince…