Unguided paths stray to the darkness,
Unholy circles are complete,
And I took lessons from a master
Of maddened cackling and deceit.
He taught me well - the taste was sour,
But I observed his every step,
And then myself beheld the power
To keep the wicked in my debt.
And yet the frozen armour's breaking,
This winter lasted long enough.
I have been taught the joys of hatred -
It's time to teach myself to love.
Unguided paths
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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