Laitheus of Bain by Elizabeth Mattheis
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Shadows, absence of light
Half condone a presence
Degrees, tainted
Appalling heightened senses
Traces of torture and crimson
Bound to the primitive
Implacable nature
Shaped with some cruel mixture
Oh bane of his kind
Undaunted, it draws me
Like such ravenous hunger
Churning in my blood
Illuminate ability
Captivations of the night
Consuming eyes of cold steel
Amethyst emeralds aglow
Unnatural, beautiful
Immortal soul of binding
Black ebony, shimmers
Rush, a flickering sensation
Hunger... raw
Shall the calling of the lost ones
Remain in descent
Entities of the fallen
Thus vacant, taints the blood
Flames of Eumenides by Elizabeth Mattheis
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Invasion of the wasted form
Wrought so in iron chains
Divisions sworn immortal
Choose a rhapsody of pain
Incessant pleas defining
Brooding sanity’s behest
Seclusion’s silver lining
Pray monotonous at best
Oh for caustic tempest’s ire
In the soul-darkened abyss
An immobilizing outcome
Love’s broken-mirrored kiss
So detect defected havens
In the reservoir of blood
Somber fluid lines spill
Dark torrent, crimson flood
Revolting consummation
On Furies’ flames shall reap
Treacherous, the foul deeds
Drawn from the ancient
deep