dark faith

 
i climb the onyx corridor
summoning my strength
lest I tremble when i speak
I have a request for my Dark Lord

I require his company
to hear my vows
I vow to be silent

as he moves in the elements
darkness swirls and gathers at his feet
the dark itself is listening
I ask a private audience with him
the night is tense
it rolls with energy

with tight lips I utter
I implore you
mercy please my dark lord
turn back the portion of wrath reserved for me
for who in my disobedience incurred your displeasure

he contemplates me quietly
seething from contempt, overflowing with love of me
I am his child, his own darkling

I troubled his black tablet
casting my own magics
disturbing his reverie with my chaos

father I seek your attentions to my plight
this eve mischief is afoot
upon my brow may it be done to me
what I have bidden
in the eternal vow I am favored
but even I must pay my penance

stir the mists and see
the future should my petition fail
the girl with the raven hair should be spared
if she run afoul it was my doing not hers

in the indigo light I am pale
burning in your disapproval
I cast a spell
may you see clearly the future scry

a penitence for me
a future for her and thee