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Withered By Her Curse

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Oh what have i done?
My nightmarish curse claims another
and their bloodhunt has begun!
Horrific composition built of murder
haunting me from within
This most gruesome thought; now a trembling sight
The last of my mistress left dead in the night!

Cruel and sudden; no pause for thought
Seize her by her soft, trembling throat
I taste her salty stream of tears
I am the manifestation of her earthly fears!

In her final whispers, she begs for her life
I grant her satisfaction, from the rusted blade of my knife!

Caught in the reflection in her dying eyes
Was the image of a man and his wife!
For fear of death, they tremble before me
Suddenly; they flee, the only witnesses to my crime!

Now i must hide, for i have been identified
My face, an image now carved into their mind!

Oh, i will not painfully repent
Oh, not when these threatenings can rest so innocent

Oh; i am the great darkness!
Slaughterer of all that is pure
For i live to hear their spoken cries
And smile to hear their moan!

Withered by her curse!
My mistress!

From death be born; before my country, i am to hang
I am the scourge unto the earth
forever terrors will circle my grave!

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