...The Gathering Red Storm...
Death besets the Sorceress
the Gathering Red Storm Swells
it blithely rises in Her chest
and pushes against Her face, burning
Iniquity releases itself into ethereal waves
touching both sea and sky
rivets of black laughter seamlessly torch
Her hands cover the face of the moon
Her voice shatters the illusion you've spun
and just when you thought She had receded
She stands scorching, blistering the sun...
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