I left heaven to follow his shadow. A ghostly sneer spread through his black eyes. I fell victim to the darkness he bled; now I’ll never know peace in my soul...
I left heaven to follow his shadow.
There was a dialect in the winds, whispering to my bones. A chill of love loss and spite, concocting a heavy heart beat; and I’ll never know peace in my thoughts...
I left, I gave up. A broken path strewn at my feet…
For now I try to escape Hell to elude his shadow. As he looms deeper inside of my brain. He stole my gifts, of blood and tears; but I’ll never know peace in my heart, again...
All I want to do is flee Hell; be far away from his shadow. Sadly, he holds magic inside of his rhymes. As hexes and vexes fall from his his hands. But since I left heaven to follow that shadow. Down to hell, where I belong, is where I’ll never know peace in my prose, again…
-HMG