Wed to Evil

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Rejected by the light of glory,

I sought comfort in the arms of Evil.

A burning lust for something gory,

a cadaverous goddess of the primeval.

Amid a sea of darkness she came to me,

on the dreadful night of Hallow's Eve.

Malice pumped through baneful veins,

seeking a willing vessel to wilt and drain.

We danced beneath the silver stars,

embracing like lovers at death.

The disease of depravity was spreading vast and far,

corroding till our very last breath.

She offered me everything in exchange for the world,

I sacrificed it all and chaos unfurled.

On that night I confessed my love for Evil,

darkness sprouted from our brooding cathedral.

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