Poke.

the blade and the eye were a whole
in the center of its iris soul
twisting in the nether
speaks love
master of the fantasy's call
flaming in the dark - purple-gold
swimming in the art of unknown
ravaging for reasons, like Rome
started a religion on gnomes
listened to the Creature speak blow
fishing in the lava for glow
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and she looked thru the world with a grin
slashing everyone to the bone
mincing with a wink scratching home
it's pain what she truly adored
she tried in the mirror for giggles
she lies to her hand - yet its riven
she cut out her lids in a dream
she saw how the darkness begins
now the blood spills in riddles
and charity claims
the Void that she's risen
has spoken its name
too dire to reason
what insanity came
so i'll leave her to wander
and poke at your head