Sentiments sur papier

Misbehave

That power you crave will lead you to your grave.
Nobody will know you.
Nobody will remember a thing,
Not even a single trace of you.
Your existence shall be forgotten,
For thus that gave us your name.
Your story shall be discarded,
Your glory shall be erased,
And your mind shall forever be gone.

Prepare thouself for a malediction.
Behold the darkness that roams at night and growls.
The boundary between death and madness is far, yet so close to the truth.
You might not make it to dawn, young soul.
Please behave thouself and do not cross the path of the damned, thus who betrayed the gods.