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LORD LOSS

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

In the centre of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head

Mangled hands, naked eyesFanged snakes his soul lineCurled inside like textured sinBloody, curdled sheets for skin

In the centre of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead

Over strands of red, Lord Loss crawlsDispensing pain, despising allShuns friends, nurtures foesRavages hope, breeds woeDrinks moons, devours sunsTwirls his thumbs till the reaper comes

In the centre of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that’s left