Abainal-Sargon

The Demon of Romance The shadows Beneath him wept, as he pulled his heart shrowded in icicles, from within his cold blooded illusion of a humaniod. The demon of romance has broken another heart, another beautiful angelic form, torn from the heavens at the words of trickery. the words of a loving poet, A loving poet whom dines in darkness. Acompanied only by his sorrow over his lost companion, Sworn to make the rest of mankind suffer as they have made him suffer. tossing his heart back to his pouch with a kiss, He sighs in disbelief as he longs for his next victim of charm.

Flaws of Mankind Why should I be that of which I am not. A beaurocratic henchmen, sworn enemy of things yet to come. For the only true desire of any man, Is to embrace with his thoughts of freedom and acceptance. With the wish only to bring them to reality. Us humans are alike with beasts. Each to our inner torment of emotions, playing on each others mind like prey of survival. Each beast to his own kindred, Each human to their culture, Fitting needs to best first their own desires of greed. Without thought or reason enough, to truely care what becomes of one another. Destroying those that wish to drift to a different culture,

Lost Souls All senses lost, Emptyed of emotions, lying in the corner the darkend mind. No distance or time, bound only to bliss or sorrow. This is the sanctuary of the wayfarer, The realm of between the living and the dead. The world of the roaming lost souls, whoms time is yet to pass beyound redemption. Fate lies within these lands, chained to those whos love was torn, to dwell alone as if the spirit was like a candle, forever burning across the ocean to fates never ending flame.