| Sinistrous legendry fulgurates from me. |
| My name is a word of power on the lips
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| of my followers. |
| You can’t escape me, I’m inside your mind. |
| Beware the Grand
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| Arbiter of Temporal Jurisprudence, for when it comes at last, terrible shall be
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| thy punishment. |
| In the ceaseless shadow at the centre of infinity,
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| the spheres have aligned. |
| After the day, comes the night. |
| My time has come
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| How seldom falls the opportunity to forge an empire without bloodshed.
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| It will yet come to war
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| She Came Bearing Dark Portents (The Foreshadowing):
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| Fever-dreams, dark omens and augeries. |
| Prophecy!
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| Why, when I meet your narcotic sloe-eyed gaze, does the image of a viper
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| nestling in a bed of blossoms fill my mind’s eye?
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| Why, when you come to me by the pale light of a waning moon, do I glimpse the
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| sheen of ophidian scales through the veils of sable?
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| Why, when you enrapture me with your envenomed kisses, does the flicker of a
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| serpent’s tongue score my flesh?
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| Enthralled by the vitreous lustre of your rubicund lips, your snow-pale skin
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| musky with the intoxicating scent of night… but such wicked thorns beneath
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| this rose. |
| Come witch, fly to me!
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| A garland of newborn stars to adorn thee… the Permian Extinction,
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| a parting gift. |
| May your maleficent soul walk only in dark places |