Shiny and smooth
are these pearls in my hand,
their black shells against
my white finger nails.
I look into the shine
of slick blackness.
I hear a whisper
in the dark of my mind.
The voice tells
of how the white of a pearl
turns black and corrupt.
Down in the deep blue of the sea,
oysters present those pretty pearls,
white and shiny.
Then up through the cracks of Thee Abyss,
comes the devil
to touch and corrupt
the white of the pearls.
He keeps fields of them in his bed.
He wishes to corrupt every world
with his black and evil ways.
That is why the sorceress
wears them around her neck.
She gains power and strength
from the black corruption.
She uses the power
to curse my land,
my family,
my life.
I must get away
and bring fire upon
that string of corruption
about her neck.
Then I snapped back to myself
where I can see that I have put
the pearls of black on.
I have become that sorceress
that pours out corruption.
I curse the people
who I hate.
I destroy the people who
ripped my life apart.
For when I picked up that first black pearl,
I never knew the power they held for me.
