The Melody of Macabre Path

 

Our paths ever crossed in a sinister serenade,

We have feasted at the demise of the chosen,

Demolished the lifeforce in the wake of our judgment,

Yet more is desired and specified in the wake of our salacious desires.

 

Our paths set on the next subject of our callous chanting,

Her yin to my yang enquires of a melodic method of dispatch,

A penalty to be fitting for he who has caught our tuned eye,

Techniques used in the form of new glorious pleasures.

 

Our paths awaiting my form of destruction for the intended,

Blackened hues of coiled vengeance crawl through me,

Silent slithers move with malice upon my fractured psyche,

A hushed chorus of intent and soaring jubilation ring within.

 

Our paths soon to coalesce at my final blood driven decision,

‘The intended’s death to be met at or hands fitting in my regard,

glorious and sweet to be dealt in blissful suffering,

Swift and painful will be my gift and his final agony induced reward.’

 

Trust will be given.

Orchestra chimes demise.

Anguishing malady to be administered

An intimacy in death to be gifted