The God of Lust

I met with the god of lust, inviting me in his compounding sum, of souls who tried to pave the way, tried, killed and died to pay, alas, being the one to go astray.

For the pact didn’t clear the sky, or fill the air with the goddess’ smile, nor did it hammer a direction in the soul, enkindled us but one a mole.

Oh to be, you must first face, the daggers of your own disgrace. The God invites not all, but you, lose sight and you lose yourself too.