White Blood

Pierce the heart of a well-fought fight; my lips grow grim with pleasure.
Insightful pasts to feed the present soul-monger time's broad measure.
Silver blade to cleave the face of humanity's onslaught; Thus
The deep red river flows over wet gray stone toward us.
A crimson tide to pay the dues for a man's mistake
Could never believe to happen here over life's crystal lake.
But even so, the battle comes within every human heart...
You feel the tugs of dark and light just tearing you apart.
Some say yes...and others no, but still the choice is yours.
Not so free, the consequence...I know of your sweating pores.
I was there not long ago - in that gray wasteland.
No grass to grow, no sun to feed an aging, fickle hand.
I passed through water, earth, then fire...here I still remain.
Darkness trembles my every nerve and flows through every vein.
My choice notwithstanding yours...I've my own path to pave...
My destiny is almost clear that you I will enslave.

Peaceful remedy for your dreams: I will remember you.
Remember, I know where you are, no matter what you do.
So follow me, my pearl white flower. Grow in my dark soil.
Become my crimson blade to use...be faithful to me, and loyal.
If not, I'll simply find another to be of use tonight...
But if you dare to cross me, Maggot...I'll drink your blood of white