i am darkness seeping from the hidden stars, warlock, black cat with emerald eyes peering into the shadowed soul

my blood drips across the soil, poppies sprout from the crimson rain, their milk bringing visions of madness to all

she is the spot of purity in the oil of my soul, the glimmering light of hope in a garden of carnivorous plants

if she were aware of her control over me, the spell she has woven over my mind, the fear she elicits in this embodiment of evil

woe to those that dare cross her with dark intent, for i am death given angry form and she is the daylight of my existence