In Service to Morgana

In Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel with the wings of a crow
Yet those whose hearts are in the grip of denial
Will view her as a spectre in a blizzard of snow

Closer she creeps with a neck that has been snapped
Her gaping mouth sags as she calls out their name.
They try to run from her, but it is all in vain
For soon they will be forced to feel her pain...

But to me this is beauty, to me this is art
To watch them in her grip, as she tears them apart.
A fallen vessel, once so filled with rage
Is now caught and purified, in Morgana's cage...

"...You've met with a terrible fate, havent you?"

-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th July 2012