Hunters ov the crimson vapour,
Daemons wait us humbly ev'where.
Lovesuckers stalk preys with raping,
Smoulder hangs like cloudlet in air.
Shades promise wealth and prosperity,
But their words smell fetor,
Ghosts offer powers not for charity,
Unbearable toll for the greeter.
Pitch-black oath and golden future -
Not compatible with one another.
All adventures appear futile,
Be careful with darkest Mother.
Read sinister scroll with symbols demonic,
Don't reflect in enemy's eyes so comic.
Demonic Rose Sonnet
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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