A touch of red through an endless haze of onyx.
Marks of madness grazing the pale angle of your neckline.
Black locks spun from the finest of elders, touching just the skin of your shoulders.

To many, you are a God.
To me, you are but a man.

One with faults.
One with Courage.
One with strife.

But where is your courage now, oh warrior of men?
As you stare me down, betrayal clear in those dark depths.
Where, oh Where, will you run?

You can not hide in the darkness.
For I am already there.
You can not hide in the light.
For your skin it can no longer bare

Where will you go?
Stained with the liquid of sin.
Drenched in the smell of my skin.

There is no where to run.
No place to hide.
Face me with your courage, warrior.
We shall see if you will survive.