The Keeper Of Suffering And Sorrow Poem by Vasto Grom

One who always listens to my misery
One that will always be there when I break
To help build me back up
For no reason more than for my own sake

A voice like a whisper
Caught light in the wind
The voice of my brother
And also my friend

But though loving to I
He always will be
Towards all others
He has nothing but malice towards thee

For my the tails I recall
Paint a picture with a frame of pain
Causing his conscious to grow black
Leaking vengeance into a mind once sane

He finds great disgust
In those of my race
And believe it he does
That without humans the earth a peaceful place

He is the keeper of my sorrows
The collector of my suffering
And with each tail from me
The more misery to others he'll bring

Devacko, a being made of anguish
An entity born of misery
Wants only to force others
To suffer all the same as me