Serpent of Ice

By Sacred Magick
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The Master of Hatred, Ruler of Cold

He holds in his hands powers untold

Stray but a little on your wandering path

And prepare to fell the cold of his heated wrath

He'll strike without wait, his fangs sink in deep

You're paralyzed in fear, and alas you begin to weep

Your frightened and sick as the poison seeps in

There is no point in fighting, You shall never win

Your life slips away, Your heart ceases to beat

Your left there to rot, scavengers meat

He hates what he does, but he's hollow within

Not a person will love him, not even his kin

So he kills and he kills, Make the pain go away

Yet it hides in the shadows to return another day

So he goes back out to take away a life

But the hurt comes back, Piercing his heart like a knife

It's a Cycle of Death, A Cycle of Hate

As he slinks through the night when the hour is late

Darkness surrounds him, envelops his soul

It turns empty and bleak, A vast blackened hole

So the killing continues, A thought not thought twice

He's lost in himself, A Serpent of Ice