Merry, you may be.. For I am the flesh in your tongue.. Create to yourself, images of these. Glass-eyed figures,. And expose to me, your skin. Whorish as ever..
You see a figure in the mirror. An eerie abstract figure. Eyes ignite, like cold blue fire. Now you know your future's desire. . The realm in which you've wandered.
I am the phantom you please to see. Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me. I occurred beside the magic pawn. Ominous, is this fading dawn. . I am the scenery, the one who smite.