For years, I have traveled
In darkness.
Many days have passed
As a wandering soul
For my heart is torn
The warm sun above me
Slowly takes the pain away
So I thought.
Among the hills, a path lacerates the woods
Mangled trees twist. [?] wolves.
Under maroon skies, rotten bodies lie.
Far to the east
Prepare for rot feast
Upon the old oak
Up the wooden stairs:
A crack from the top to the bottom.
I pushed open the door;
A creak as it let me in.
A scent- unfathomable to humankind-
I carry on.
I could sense her ghostly presence-
It was near me.
It was whispering secrets
So attractive- yet so vile.
Five points were drawn out in front in the center of the floor
And out of the corner of my eyes:
Her phantom figure descends toward me.
Was I about to submit?
(No! Never!)
Enchanted by her evil spell, and I knew
That my will would be tied forever in puppet strings.
Trapped in a glass case for all to see-
The end of my life-
Forever to be enslaved
By her beauty.
Beauty!