Skin nearly porcelain,
hair somewhat brown,
Beauty limitless,
Body profound,

She is a goddess,
And i a patron,
I wish to worship,
But she wont let me in,

You start with the blood,
Draining it of all value,
Then move to the skin,
Poisoning it till its devoid of feeling,
And lastly you take the soul,
Corrupt it till it is unrecognizable,
Let it stew for 6 billion years,
And then you have Humanity,

Heed my words my fellow travelers,
There is a path you must not follow,
it only leads to a strange religion,
And if you do make this decision,
to walk path please do not walk alone,
many beast call these woods their home,
And if it is treasure you seek,
turn back for here you will find not your keep,
you will only find a shine,
one that is hated by the divine,
one that will cause your end,
bane of angels bane of man,
harborer of greed harbinger of hate,
those who worship seek their fate,
finding a way to open the gate, so i tell you fellow traveler,
if you do walk into those woods,
and if you do see the shrine, i beg of you to find the time,
turn around and take another path,
longer your life will last,
so friend i tell you true,
heed my words and know for good,
stay away from The Shrine In The Woods,

As a traveler of a certain Pace,
i have seen a million faces,
but i stood appalled,
by the shadow that called my name from the rest,
one who singled me out from my peers,
calling me out inciting my fears,
i stood frighted and yet somewhat relived,
by the smoothing tone of his voice,
he knew my name which came as a surprise,
even though it twas a tough decision,
i heard his words and he fled from vision,
many years would pass on by,
before he would once again meet my eyes,
but it was on the day of my death,
when i would find him again,
as i laid sick slipped into the fray,
i closed my eyes and he whispered welcome home old friend