The Gate of Isis

Note to Darkness (Thanatophor)

Who are you to laugh at others? Judge and criticise?
It only shows the pain you’re in, burning in your eyes
You hold the power of a cruel nature,
You know you have mastered the art
Of drawing down bitter tears
The sweat from wounded hearts
But in time you’ll feel the damage of each tear drop
As it will burn on you like acid and poisen all your crop,
That you strived so long to make and nurture,
Feeding it to grow,
Your flower will never blossom
‘Cause Mother Nature knows
A bad seed, when inserted in Her flesh,
The outcome is unpleasent, the scent never fresh,
So never will you fields succeed, never will you win
You’re as intruding as a needle piercing through your skin.