Poor innocent man, alone in this place;
Turn your sights away from me.
For if you look upon my face;
A creature of stone you shall be.
*
Nightfall engulfs you, and I appear;
My dark silhouette is lurking near.
Don't open your eyes, for it's me you fear;
As my voice of death drew you here.
*
Your ego is taunting, telling you that you’re stronger;
That you are braver than the rest.
Don't dare try to conquer me, warmonger.
Or you shall fail just like the best.
*
You come uninvited into my home;
Drawing your sword so sharp.
As I creep among the shadows;
I long to stop your heart.
*
Can’t you see, you only caught me because I permitted it;
Do you feel strong with your blade pressed to my throat?
A look upon your face so smug it could sicken.
Did you know that with your arrival, your pitiful fate was already written?
*
So, don't you see, mortal fool;
That hidden within my powerful beauty is a tool.
A tool that is supposed to keep men like you away from me;
Yet here you are, so forever a statue in my collection shall your eternity be.
About the Creator
Amber Alisa
Amber Alisa
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