The Being walks the steps. Dark One is, little more... Without the coil at his core. Glowing bright against his neck... The Explorer walks the steps. Meeting Death at it's door... Which will hold the coil at their core?
A Storm Rages, over one man's heart.
[consisting of three visions]
A fire burns,
Seeing the cold glow,
Proud and powerful It stands Second Vision
A sweet ecstasy is crafted for
thee,
As to drink from the cup, It shall floweth over with thine blood. Third Vision
Be with him,
Plans and pain,
Release the evil,
Burned and charred,
For only you,
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