Posted by Antony Kamau on February 2, 2010 at 10:08pm
paenae, speako mistress of the shadows,our master has struck upon a comely endeavorhis constitution, I fear, will not withstand the challengeand what say you vaelera?the master's soul pines for amelioration,o dark onea fair one has caught its contemplationmaestra, influence on my sovereign wanes,speak his mindalas, o spirit of our hostonly a vestige of my reach is allowed thereinhe hides his designs in cahoots with the old soulaelira, my pun - is his laughter ours or of that alien?downcast, I abase myself before your eternal duskmy tickles he no longer feelsadora, a fairy, nests upon his heartbeat and her wings,fanned me away from my domain - ticklistamy patience wears thin, and where is aerotika?aerotika is mine, nowtogether we shall deliver the master from your mischiefand with adora, we shall give the master delectationwhich you have endeavored to keep for yourselfhow dare you! you may be the elder soul but I am his spirityou shall not succeedadora prevailed upon my person,o obscure oneI only seek to serve the masterhis passion is my very existenceyou have betrayed me for the last time aerotika,behold, paessionada!o mistress of the hidden,I shall battle for the sovereign's benevolence and ecstasyadora will be broken and aerotika will be rendered unto dustthis I sweardepart, my minions and protect your master from desolationhis pain is my agony, the elder soul cares not for thisdarkess, selfish symbiontyou only serve the master to feed yourselfI, the elder soul shall defeat you this timethe temptress is my ultimate weaponso be it, ineffectual fool, my shadow will be your downfall,my sword, desira shall neuter you!Originally posted here: http://gladysmoore.blogspot.com/2009/07/darkess-and-elder-soul-battle-cries.html
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