Legion: Her Dark Spirit

I Legion
Daemon yours
Have a sundered heart
Wounded am I
Blood pours from this rent
The fabric of my lies
They are tattered
Charred
Crumbling to my feet
This gaping maw
This hole in my life
It bleeds red
Rich and vibrant
I smile
Too long dark
My nigrescent soul
It tainted
But you
My Daemon Queen
You gave words
On hearing
My soul was wrenched
It clawed its way through
Tearing at my flesh and bone
Seeking you
For it knew
In instinct
The meaning was clear
I showed you my vermillion scar
You smiled
I doubt no more
Your Daemon am I
Legion

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