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The flames lick the shadows, savouring the darkness.

The wax drips, black as my desire.

Moonlight glints silver upon the blade that looses my blood,

To rain down upon your image,

Drown your raven tresses.



As my blood spills, so may yours tenfold.

As the flower of my youth withers, so may yours unquenchingly.

As pain wearies my bones, may it curse you a thousand times.

As the mists of despondency devour my light, so may they chew you endlessly.



May senescence be upon you,

May madness hold you in its taloned fist,

May death keep you,

And may you know no peace.

Hear my curse, O, cruel winds of fate,

And carry it to my prey,

Like dead leaves upon the breeze.

Be my grim messenger of grief,

Curse my enemy eternally.