Dark presence always with you, nameless longing---shadow lovingly stalking you, in preparation for your becoming. The deeper realm enticing you, dreams of power...incomprehensible---such awful avarice you display, such actions...reprehensible. Lusting in your passion, demanding trinkets in exchange---bartering existence's sweet purity, for the favors you arrange. Sighing gently in release, sweet physical experience---carnal desire satiated, pursuing power's elusive countenance.
Chanting fell forgotten utterances, seeking knowledge in dark places---mindful always of advantage, to be gained from your embraces. Forbidden secrets interest you, your quest does not abate---such things as joyous celebration, you find difficult to relate... To goals you have committed to, awful desire running wild---mercy and compassion lost, purpose and ambition reconciled. Occasionally internal strife admits, existence of a soul---becoming is monumental, broken hearts...are not consoled.
A lifetime spent pursuing, tell me what it is you've gained---for everything but power, by you is now disdained. Such elaborate expensive prizes, if the total truth be told---lonely solitary existence flawed, desperation looms...uncontrolled. So revel in your accomplishments, for you have in fact prevailed---the only cost you'll notice, is the inhumanity you unveiled. Power beckons unrelentingly, a dubious reward---love lost is such a bitter pill, sanity will never be restored.
Remember gentle listeners, for this message doth convey... The fruit of acquisition...though appealing in its beauty...too often will betray.