Why have you come here?
Foolish little girl!
I am not your fantasy
I'll devour your whole world!
You want my trust?
My trust is a prison,
I'll shackle you inside it,
And gouge out your vision.
You want my love?
My love is a lie.
Your heart is my game board,
Your soul but a roll of the die.
You want my kindness?
My kindness is a chain,
It will plunge deep inside of you,
And anchor your world to pain.
You want my affection?
My affection is Hell,
It burns in darkness visible,
Down deep where black things dwell.
Why have you come here?
To give your love to me?
Foolish, foolish little girl-
Can you not see?
The stars know everything...
My course is carefully planned.
I am the devil that devours the artist,
I am the Muse of the Damned.-Allen W. Rathbone II