One Who Is Dark
Rating: ★4.5
I love him, I hate him
Air of death, blade of agony
My senses fail me when he draws near
how to play a woman’s heart
Caring, but in pain himself
Lies, deception, torment
Am I the only one who is suffering?
Perhaps he suffers a great deal more.
His torment is my pleasure
His fire is the wind that lifts me up.
One born of darkness will die in darkness.
A word from his lips will silence me,
For it is my will to do his bidding.
Indeed this one who is dark,
May perhaps be my salvation.