Cold salamander created from flames
Puts out fire on everything it touches
Spitting toxin everywhere
Leafs fall off from the tree
Poisoned fruits,
killing everyone who ate them

It’s you, nasty monster
Born from grief of salamander
Your eyes are black
Your hands are dark
Your heart is even darker
Preying on a child
and another child
then another child
disgusting continuation

Don’t lay your filthy hands,
over those pure souls
A burning hell is your eternal fate
Spellbreaking to your flames
And you will cry until your last drop of blood

Novia, 2014