Literature
The Dark Song
Bare your soul unto me
and I promise
I will be
gentle
as I tear you apart.
When I break you
down
you will know ecstasy.
You will not mourn
what I devour,
for I will fill your
veins
with rivers of obsidian.
I will cover your
screams
with sighs of ice
when you shudder against me
and then go still.
I will birth your hate
into strength,
your pain
into power.
Against my razor claws
your will grows sharp.
Do not fear the cold,
the stillness,
the backward void that calls,
for I am there
to bleed
your trembling hesitation.
I am there
to guide you
home.