Lost Nepenthe - nevermore Lenore
Such eyes were hers young as star-soaked moons
Inside the dark sun she might have swooned
To songs I wove in the deaths-head cove
Not as if the multiverse was mine to darken
And behold
Lost Nepenthe wasn't she truly mine
Absolute porcelain dollfaced whore of all lies
Beatific ceraphim of virtu 'round virls
Queen of all lies and my 13 lives
Now feed my voidal viripotent daemons within
Well within you shall suffer for my largesse
So now dread are my eyes as the murders' {prodigy} moon
Forgotten in time - reigning in speed
And with unreal haunting beauties
Upon what shores such as yours
Yet benedicted in Gilead I shall find solace in slumber
Alone
Fear my truth for I am The Dark King of chosen spawn
{Surgical telekinesis - violent blur - razor wire - dark draconian hands - and the blue glow}
I know that all I touch dies
For all I have touched has just died
Await the Wave of Sleepers my children of darkest companions
Death
Is
Life
Eternal
Dark
Is
Love