Servant (Poem)

More dreaded feelings,
I am angry with you again,
My rage is so hard to control,

I will not have you demean me,
My word is final,
I am the rightful heir to your soul,

You exist only for me,
You were created to serve,
You dare refuse a God like me?

I will have you tremble,
I will devour your pride,
I am at a height that you will never be!

And when you are low,
And you have fallen to your knees,
You will give in like a whore,

And if I get anything less,
I will empty your veins,
And when drained I shall demand even more!

Your flesh is mine!
Your body belongs to me!
And I will have both whenever I please!

Now bow down, you fiend!
Beg your master for forgiveness!
I will see you get down on your knees!

Your soul is mine!
And you are human, nothing more,
Don't you ever forget your place!

You will never be on my level,
You will never rise to my esteem,
You will never be one of the winged race!

You deserve to be punished,
I should rot you from inside!
We should all watch you melt before our eyes!


For only in death will we depart,
Only then will you be free,
But until then, I'll enjoy hearing your agonising cries!

- Maderlore
(Written: 18 May 2015)