His shoes are covered with snow,

Unmoved by it, he follows this glow.

This ever present glory of light,

Diminishes all fright.

But his senses give a heed,

A painful gut feeling which he will need.

To ensure his safety

His soul and his body,

Thus the stick, however useless it may be.

Unable to see me,

But I’m certain he suffers the agony.

Which I beam unconsciously,

Thus the stick, however useless it may be.

His curiosity is peaking in all its splendor,

His will to push forward in all its grandeur.

Deserves nothing less, then my admiration,

Innocence knows no hesitation.

His pure fixation with my shine,

Has cluttered his simple mind.

Thus your effort to delude my prize is in vain,

I will leave behind a smirk and my name.

Because this valley of death is without security,

Every breath is mine, even light is no longer my enemy.

I will not carry his spirit to hell,

He will accompany me as soon as he whispers Azazel.

It is written in snow and is thesource of this glow,

Many have fallen this way, another willbe added today.

Your flaps of white grace will not cause disarray,

Leave this place as it’s my domain.

All those who cross it, will say my name,

Or befall a faith worse than damnation.

With no haste I shall inflict devastation,

Torture you, until anguish, torment, agony.

Grief and pain become you


His pure soul is mine,

Not the devils so leave behind your fragrance of divine.

But be gone from my sight,

For this evening is another unholy night.

Come my child, no need to fight.

We shall dance under this pale moonlight

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