Do you see?

Inside me, this sleeping hollow

Immured in flesh,

In sentinels of bone, and

Hemmed by taint:

The evil saint.

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Fostered by

wicked intent,

Set in throne of ice,

Marked by malice

In a black sea fallous.

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Steal an eye

And look inside.

Hurricanes and whirlwinds

Will not stop me now,

Little of what time allows.

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Do you see?

Cast away in dismay?

Rebellious,

Righteous,

Benevolent.

Loved by nothing;

Loved by the black waves fallous.

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Endlessly

Caving in,

His skull is for the taking.

Tears shower grace

Dark intent effaced.

He’s racing to the end:

…Hope?

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Do you see?

Usurp the throne.

Melt the ice.

Exterminate the evil taint.

Steal the eye, with liberated restraint.

And you will see.

Is it…

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Love?