TGC - The Devourer's Rhyme

Such a sad tale, I must confess,
Written, marked by your whole mess,
Her feelings hurting.

Scars and horrors brought upon,
The Man of hellfire blamed on,
Delicious sorrow he soon form,
Her will decreasing.

Kill him soon was a must,
Fear, Doubt, Rage, Disgust,
Easy for me, her heart to rust
Her soul is faulting.

The winged's sadness move all in place
For me to pull strings, make her face
That void of yours she can't replace
Her heart soon breaking.

My power grows, my hunger come,
Devour them all, one by one,
So my own plaything she'll soon become,
Her mind deceasing.

As such I thank you,to say the least,
The shards now weak for me to feast
Her self soon stopping to exist,
All for your sorrows, I must insist.

This heart soon mine now, my time to thrift,
MY WORLD UNCEASING

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