Fated Mates

So reigns the beast and his lady,

Upon their thrones of Obsidian...

A darkness so vast, I hear the cries in the night...

Pleasure and pain are one and the same..

I breathe in the misery of the weak...

He feeds on the carnal lusts of others.

Mockery a midst the madness,

solace in their own sadness.

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