_____________________________________________________________________________________________[poet's note: i) revised ii) words marked with asterisk *- definitions are given in footnotes iii] this portrays the battle of good & evil within each person (namely myself) i just chose to make it more fantastical *slight smirk* exercising my creativity license *soft chuckle*]_____________________________________________________________________________________________


Nemesis:

I am a being basted in the blood and sins of fallen entities
like the night I swallow light, like the storm I bring pandemonium
and stalk these barren lands as the hooded torment incarnate
- Atropos* is the name I was borne, necrosis is the charge I bare
My voice is the suffering of Legion*, for I have defeated the many

They wreck havoc and chaos upon these pitiful lands
pulverizing humanity with fingers like blood singed shears
My shadow's tenure is of the world beneath Hades- the Underworld of banished evil
for my right hand alone triturates your satan, my left his proselyte
The souls I banish sing deathly notes in my gardens of 'Devil's trumpets'*

I look upon this world with disdain- their roots are stained with sordid light!
A hope, that I scorn upon with dark eyes struggles through the murk...
[I have feasted on the souls of the innocent, their bones frozen between my teeth!]
Yet! this sorceress of light is like thorn lacerating my sides with her mordant hopes-
She dares to bring the light to the pits of my dwelling? she dares to speak?

My deathly stare scorches the masses, their minds like pierced blood clots at my word!
They follow, for the shadow festers within them. They follow soullessly,
but mercy I do not grant- their bodies inscripted with the runes of my aging blood
I am the torment of Nyx* upon this land, the one that taunts the demons that taunt you
I alone dwell within the shadow, I alone hold the fate of the gods in my death rod


I:

I am she that ventures the paths of forests and laments the bleeding light
the one whose voice sails over the ripples of drying oceans in woe
for the world I cherish is falling, decaying within itself and I am tortured
My breath floats on wings of righteousness to the ears of men who heed
but their folly!...my loss is the infinite sunset over this crucified land

- my name is Shaiya* the Hand of Light- the charge I bare is the wrath of God
His creed is manifested in my script, consecrated with the voice of life
for with the touch of my hand I bring catholicon for the diseased of this falling land
[their minds plagued by the wretchedness of the satan slayer!]
My words bring the wisdom bred by those that veiled this land in truth and virtue!

My hand is the touch of all the suns, of all the worlds, of all the stars!
I bring hope to these eyes consumed with the desecrating weeds of the slayer's path
and sentience to those who are inflicted with the scars of manic eidolon
On the wings of Caladrius* I soar these lands, bringing the healing of light to the damned
the light in my script for the ravished minds and those that have escaped my nemesis

Dryad* aid me in the destruction of her gardens for with the power of the licorice root* we slay!
...clustered masses have grown like weeds infesting the 'Unknown'*; death in their eyes!
I call upon the oceans to cleanse these lands! With the might of my right hand I order penance
on all that have fallen to the slayer- the slayer and her league of asinine, impetuous hordes!
The wrath of God, patent in my script! I catechize the willing and inveigle against the damned
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Nemesis: Atropos, the oldest of the three Fates/Moerae who decides the way a person dies
I: Shaiya, the Hand of Light. She has the power of healing and in her alternate form is the Executioner
Legion: the name taken by a possessing demon, for the body is one but they are many
Devil's trumpet: causes blindness, paralysis, coma and sometimes death
Nyx: Greek goddess of night [Atropos' mother]
Caladrius: mythical creature with the ability to take sickness and fly with it to the sun where it is burnt out
Licorice root: known to heal hysteria
Dryad: a celtic creature also known as a tree spirit
Unknown: the innocent
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