Reafette

She always told me to hold back and restrain ones self

yet most importantly to never release the feral beast

that father taught me to be. She always jokingly said

that I could, would or should only make my decent to

about twenty-percent of the madness and immediately

repent for my sins against those who unknowingly pushed

me to such lengths. For i will admit that i was a special

case, laced till embraced by the red strings of fate. Left

to debate why out of all my kindred they all dread the

cry of the red-eyed ghost that traversed the snowblinds

But as her son (yes a mere one out of 7771) am always

willing to oblige to her whims and wishes for she who

knows what horrors lie under the albino sheets of fur

and ice, buy you....yes you who dare mocked and slew all

who gave their purpose to our mother moon. Knew she

was designed and crafted as a demoness, testing the

worthiness of man against their sins, fail to understand

that you drew the short straw when you drew first blood

yes you gave me a reason an excuse to take off this mask

of mediocracy thus freeing the calamity that my lovely

mother, my creator knew i could become. For she was the

only thing that gave me peace that put my stoic mind at

ease and now I have a reason to commit treason against

the very fates that may be. Free to dance to the harmonious

song of genocide like a soulless lunatic, just another puppet

who was finally cut free from his strings

authors notes: Brother, brother never smiled

and though he loved her, he showed denial

we all adored him and wished him rest

even if at times he looked emotionless

brother, brother was a momma's boy

being around her brought him joy

but when sun forsakes his mother moon

is when the fates release him and seal your doom

authors notes: sorry it took so long Z. i hope its up to par and you like it thankies for the inspirations and i hope to see more of your awesome works be safe and much loves