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Immoral Desire, Immortal Conflict

Immoral Desire, Immortal Conflict

Your blood, my life.
Your chalice.
Death knows not of us,
But we, the new night spawn, ancient, know of its intimacy...

And what intimacy can we have beyond the realms of our blood induced lust,
And mutually cruel desires?

The sanctity of eternity,
The everlasting night, Primus free.
Devote, a love once known, endorsed, forlorn,
I come!

With wrath burning through the mire of obsession,
And obsession's callous heart.

Callous may be stillness of sensual touch,
stills thy unbeaten heart.
Blood ever ebbing,
Tomorrow, forever.

Abandoned, after I abandoned you.
Prepared to slay and harm your soul.
Can you ever forgive me?

Forgiveness requires mercy,
A hole long since dug by my matriarch.
Souls are but currency of heaven and hell,
Ours free of the trivial pursuits of ethereals.
My soul is yet stained by your existence,
My wrath waiting,
My love, as the fields of Elysium, undying.
Now come to me...

And if I reach for that dove, take the twig of peace so readily hung, what then?
For you left me, your bride, tainted and abandoned.
Forced me to endure without you.
Dug the hollow pit within.
Lamenting, lest the choirs have no souls, but mine wept for yours.

Victim or hunter, you fool not my eye or perception.
Abandoned, yes,
Tainted and transformed.
Tribulation manifests in glorious purpose,
A purpose I have carved about the membranes of your deathly heart.
Sigils etched upon your blackened soul,
Yours tears tasted ever more.

Can you forgive the salaciousness of my wanton candour?
My ardent longing beats only for you.
And for you I have salvaged souls,
Harvested nightmares,
And stolen the essence of the immortals.
For you I am strong.
But for me I wish to acquire your forgiveness, or revenge.

My child of the black sun, why do you propagate such venomous lies?
You have only sought such conquests within the confines of your own desire.
A wolf does not ask forgiveness for slaughtering the herd.
Your mind's eye, obscured by absent time, reeks of a vengeance sublime.

Valkyrie Kerry and Brett Dyer
Written by Immortalis
Author's Note
Domination is the art of control, not the art of punishment.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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