The Dark Half

FROM CODEX SOHRAKIA: THE GIFTED DARK

She drew her breath, as eternity filling life
His words, like runes, drawing her nearer
He essence, a part of her
His gift, molding a twisted form into beauty

Pied piper wrenching her free, into obscurity
His radiance, flipped, switched, and changed
Once golden fire and blue
Now ebony shadow and crimson skin

That ringing in her ears, his voice entreats
Sleeping, she would hear as he tugged her near
Magic molding the scene
Bringing worlds closer, veils thinning

Dark beings, her brethren born of night
Echoes ever following her dark radiance
In quiet moments a breath
A tingle spreading from head to toe

The other side, endless lands ever growing
A world and a barrier connecting worlds apart
Crossing ancient, ashen seas
She finds a god of dark, a broken heart