Lord Loss ..

Lord Loss sows all the sorrows of the world ,
Lord Loss seeds the grief-starched trees ,

In the center of the web , lowly Lord Loss bows his head .

Mangled hands, naked eyes ,
Fanged snakes his soul line ,
Curled inside like textured skin ,
Bloody curdled sheets for skin ,

In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead .

Over strands of red , lord loss crawls ,
Dispensing pain, despising all ,
Shuns friends , nurtures foes ,
Ravages hope , breeds woe ,
Drinks moons , devours suns ,
Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comes ,

In the center of the web , lush Lord Loss is all that's left .

This is the poem of Lord Loss .. The demon of sorrow .. one who cares .. one who scares .. and one who tortures for the sake of sorrow ..

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