Poezja

Shall death follow thee
For it tis he
Who awaits amongst the mist
In the blackened abyss
For me to follow
His path of destruction
And undying love
 
I answer
His calling
With the voice
Of my soul
And follow him
Into the lake
Of fire
And world
Of darkness
Not caring
If it is my soul
He has stolen
For I can
No longer refuse
Or fight
Thy own
Destiny
For
I am the maiden
Who belongs to the beast