Many moons far back in time in a past now long forgotten,
There lived a man so dark in heart they said his soul was rotten,
He practiced rituals and worshipped Gods that had been banished long ago,
But every action has a consequence and we reap just what we sow.

His wife bore him a daughter so much different than the rest,
There were rumours that when breastfeeding she had torn off her mother’s breast,
The child was filled with darkness and a knowledge long unknown,
The villagers became more afraid with each year the child had grown.

Her face became more beautiful as her heart grew black as night,
Locked in her room with ancient texts she moved further from the light,
She learned banished rites and rituals in a language long forgotten,
She felt old power surge within her veins and her soul was dark and rotten.

Too evil to be allowed to live too beautiful to die,
When the villagers saw her power that’s what she heard them cry,
No man or woman was strong enough to stand against her rages,
She had become a Goddess of pain and hate who had travelled down the ages.

She could smell the sin on man and beast who had cheated who had lied,
Who had lived a life in greed and who had lived in pride,
Each villager tried to save themselves what was theirs and what they loved,
All while praying for a miracle or salvation from above.

She balanced on the church spire to a chorus of shouts and roars,
She said the priest had been unclean and slept with many...