Ancient walls, patient witness to the fall---of men's desires, uncaring sentinels cast a pall... Upon all who in their arrogance tread here---those adventurers willing to challenge the dead here. Past home to gods and their grotesque vibrations---aged walls awakening, craving dark orgiastic celebrations... As in those times so long ago, dark rituals observed---infernal soul awakening, impressions covetously preserved.
In centuries past, power carelessly weilded here---fell awarenes feeding, dining on mankind's fear. Appetite for mortal suffering, unappeased---somber monument to avarice, hoplessly diseased. Soulless blood-soaked structure, growing stronger---echoing cries of lost souls, no patience any longer... Ancient walls scream out their terrible desire---lust for power, brings the foolish souls required.
Ahh you strutting heroes, doers of great deeds---violent death awaits you, but it fills the needs... Of ancient existance, warped by selfish depredation---seeking sustenence, from your soul's reluctant donation. Cunning glamours, this malignant awareness employs---offering nothing of substance, your death it enjoys. Timeless edifice attracts seekers, vast beyond number---these walls offering only, tortured eternal slumber.
Beware you power seekers, with greed on your faces... True evil often inhabits, the most unlikely of places.
Bitter night arrives at last, soul-less midnight starlight---casts vague shadows on the ground, as if contrite... Sadness capering, her soul is lost---one moment's pleasure, what a cost. Walking and weeping, she remembers when---all things seemed right, why can't life be that way again... Halcyon days, youth's vigor overriding---dark thoughts---darker actions, in her residing.
Remembrance brings glorious imaginings...of wicked bloodsoaked nights, and their offerings... Of power through lovely carnal excesses....heart racing even now, she reverantly obsesses... Over remembered rituals, death's caresses...wicked action pursued as Dhampir gleefuly blesses.. His accolytes, and their wanton behaviour...now turning His back, He is no saviour.
Alone to face, somber evening's tribulation...cheated now, after such devout adulation. Legs falter as she marches to embrace her fate---prodded quickly on, she must not be late. How could things have gone so wrong, she muses---this crowd gathered to witness, cruel abuses.. Inflicted upon her gentle flesh...just a different form of cruel excess.
Wakened by the starlight, drawing comfort from the moon... Mysterious lady's soothing presence, illuminates the room. Delecate blossoms mark her passage, ever graceful in her peace... Her smile it haunts the hearts of gods, mortal souls cry for release.
Plaintive cries upon sweet evening breezes, reverberate from the pit... Perfect harmony briefly interrupted, she doesn't want to think of it. Perfection might collapse tonight, with traitorous thoughts like these... Deceptive errant sounds is all, carried by the breeze.
The one that came before her, paid heed to elusive dreams... Such nonsense is forever denied, to those who serve as queens. Yet is that the stench of roasting flesh, she detects upon the wind... Impossible, her rule is just, those in the pit have sinned.
She sits before her mirror, laughing quietly at such a thought... Meanwhile ignoring evidence, knowing justice can't be bought. It is only right and proper, her worshippers will acclaim... Power has it's rightful priveleges, perfect justice is her aim.
Only fools will try her patience, stern judgement will ensue... What happens in the pit of justice, is always right and true.
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