Sin.

The dark grew slowly,
Riding bare-back
On the winged arm of fate.

Plunging all mortal essence
Into indescribable bliss.

From the debt's of despair
It dragged forth flavor,
And the pleasures of the flesh

And they liked it.

Winning the battle and the war,
In one fair swoop of hell's lustful sword.

The dead and the dying,
This is what awaits you,
This is your fate.

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I haven't been up to scratch with my writing recently, but I rather like this one. =D

Kat xxx