Come Forth Wicked One Poem by trebor reyd

My fears are not of you
Wanting me to behave for you
Dance for you screw for you
Expecting my blood, to fuel your soul
Counting my weaknesses, in time
Hedged trappings you’ve planted
Leading me on, to skewed grounds
Glorified abuse in your debauchery
Revel, in laying waste to mankind

Play me as pawn would, to get crowned
Believe I to be one, to walk wire for you
Push forward with certainty, I won’t oppose
Until day comes, when all wrong is right

My glory, is in but one power
Drawn and stored, this regiment
As clocks count, I grow in force
As sums collect, in the refuse of your bile
End game is mine, for I am the truth

(©rad100408)