Within the inverted,
a familiar states my name.
I demand it's title in my place of authority.
Willing yet deceitful, it offers me null,
at the cost of its many names.
Unbeknownst to the entity,
I entertain its games.
"Recount your tales to form your name,
upon my victory you shall set me free."
"Wise dreamer,
thou beckon me forth to learn my secret...
tis knowledge you desire?
you shall receive it."
"I AM the first draw of man's blood upon his fall.
I AM the crown of death upon the head of innocents.
I AM one with the berry that corrupts the mind of the righteous.
I AM corrupt lands that need be destroyed by the holy.
I AM the wall that halts the furthest seekers of faith.
I AM what crackles in the fire of fools
I AM the weaver of fowl lands and fallen empires.
Bestow me my title, wise Dreamer."
"How doth my soul conjure such harborer of evil...My spirit calls forth thee to what end?
You are the demon thorn,
prince of suffering...son of sin.
I revoke thy name and command my freedom!"
"Brother in sin. Why doth thou revoke my name and not our creator's?
I set ye free with truth of thine own suffering."
My soul returns to my naked flesh,
cold, hungry, withering.
In my hand a bleeding rose.
it's pedals wither, one truth remains,
The thorns embrace me,
with a familiar sting.
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THE BIRTH OF THORN
SpiritualDuring a man's death, he has one final dream. in which he is met by a demon named thorn. Upon this encounter, the man realises that he was the demon all along, and the final truth is revealed, that life is only suffering and pain. He dies alone wit...
