The black Ker of the Keres

On the Origins of the Dark Empress of the Void: A love poem of dark affection for my emotional void.

Cerberus, Hellhound of my Heart

Where art thou, mine dearly damned Cerberus?

Mine only buttress within this hell which is my fate,

Oh, dear Creoboros, hound of my heart,

Why art thou not guarding thy gate?



There is no love here,

Save the love for thy ker berethrou,

Mine only greater darkness

Than the darkness of the depth before thee,

Where mine cold and dead heart

Lies lost at the bottom of the Black Sea.



I shall never be thy damned Aphrodite.

Mine life was fated to follow dear Persephone,

Yet I am blessed with the spirit of Athena.

I am become the black Ker of the Keres:

Mine death I have devoted

To take dear Brutus to shape mine destiny.



May Hell hath mercy upon thee, dear Hades,

Mercy, thine Hell never granted me.

Thine end lies with Brutus,

For mine mercy lies lost beside mine heart,

At the bottom of the Black Sea.

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Yours,

SMA

The black Ker of the Keres.

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