Arced angels falling flat,
To the bottom of the devil's ocean bed
On top of the vertical scythes
That chop apart all reality and soul.
On the vast horizons sitting
The love of human kind, like a shore
On the seabed. There stands, the vast eternity
Surrounded by the golden septuple;
The creator;
The killer;
The sinner;
The stalker;
The lover;
The luster;
The controller.
Created by the vast eternal jewels.
Sat the holy grail on which the
New born seed was planted. To sprout high
With a squak and a growl like the animals high in the jungle.
Killed by the long,
Scythe that he carries. Grim endings
Shown on the horizons. Of beauty, comes
The watery grave which he agonizes come the thought.
Dawned by thievery like the man
Who took the crown and the robe of
The great man. The thief who took the heart
Of One Thousand warm blooded fools.
The dark misty depths,
Shrowed the vast darkness.
In the corners, lay the watcher.
Forever prying and wishing.
Once started off with a splash,
He gives the ring. Breaks the curse of
Chastity with a humble shove.
Thereby lay, the power and betrayal
Like the one who always wanted
And never lay hands down.
One person above all.
Knows all, Sees all. Thrives for all.
Works wonders to get what he wishes.
To get there, he shouts. Commands!
GETS!
With one wish, the demon,
Got his one wish.
Eternity and happiness.