Rot... I laid my hands on your flesh,
The hunger for Assiah’s offer.
The call you follow is muted
Called… called out your name in the wind.
Thought your home was nigh.
The call I follow is yours.
But you never loved me.
Nights... when moainings were echoed,
Whores hailed the trees of ours,
To ascend above the heights.
Decree… Of Coloman the Bookish
Had been forgotten awhile
...They tended to burn the witches
...you never loved me... because you were in love with all the seas,
And in the storms satisfaction you have found…
Rot... I laid my hands on your flesh,
The hunger for Assiah’s offer.
The call you follow is muted
Called… called out your name in the wind.
Thought your home was nigh.
The call I follow is yours.
Burned out sphere
For all I care
With your fire
Purge this mire
There was a Coven by the river, and its mass consumed the dark.
There was a cross in your neck matched the silver of your eyes.
And the Lords and the Masters were proud of your ways,
But all you did was the harm.