She spun an twirled, naked and shining
Her night cloak curled, covering, twining,
Her beautiful skin as she pranced and leapt.
Here was my sin, for forward I crept.
The dance had stopped-Thou the night still swirled
Her last breath, chopped, her head the black hurled.
Severed from her body, as nature’s balance tipped.
Her dance, holding at bay, the evil which now ripped.
How frail the mana weaves, holding nature’s taint
Which I, like fall leaves, trampled and crushed
And in ignorance I had unleashed the beast
Which makes men mad and on human flesh feasts.
I turned and ran, shattering crystal trees
The beast chased me, acid flesh, melting leaves
It’s ichorous form gained, attacked, and consumed me
And now I see, through hate and misery, the beast is me
~Justin Curtiss