To The Masters by Mason Carter
To The Masters
The endarkened spirits from Hadean Imperium,
Have hailed down to invade thy soul in lithium.
In gloomy underworlds thou shall be held.
No hope, thy life shall ever, ever be bailed.
Not even thy demons shall be of any assistance,
Hearken! ‘Tis the end of thy mortal persistence.
Ugh! Piteous mortal thy aura it shall be drained,
No hope, thy life shall ever, ever be regained.
No longer shall persist, thy infidelity in vain,
Hopeless and helpless thou shall ever remain.
No pity shall be paid, thy existence so frail,
No love shall be found this endarkened lane.
-Mason Carter