His smile obscured the mischief in his eyes
That held knowledge from a time long gone,
And no-one knew where these secrets came from,
Only that it was bestowed to him,

Such a wisdom came with a hefty price;
From one's essence of pure suffering,
Irrecovable grudge that's been passed down,
Or bittersweet memory of life,

Pay the price, and he will share his wisdom
That even the gods themselves wanted,
And there is no trickery to this deal—
Knowledge gained, fragment of one's life, lost,

Not a deception, 'tis merely a trade,
Far better than paying with an eye,
Yet still could not believe the treachery
Of righteous vengeance laid before them,
But be wary, for his words have poison,
Evoking a sense of addiction,
The craving for a sultry piece of bone
Long buried and forgotten by dogs,

He carries with him air of temptation,
Sickeningly sweet, yet it ignites
The ferocious appetite of mankind
And their primal state of savagery,
For all of this is but a game to him,
The false king of the foolish chessboard
Where all listen to his words regardless
Of the life that had been forfeited,

Innocent is his heart, or so he thought,
Challenging how greatest of minds break,
How they shatter with carefully placed words,
Then how to shape them to suit his needs,

He is not afraid of creeping darkness,
For he belongs to the empty void,
The birthplace of the one that he worships,
Carrying his legacy and vows,

He wears the face of an angel so pure,
Matched with intentions of a demon,
Feasting upon the remnants of madness
Left behind by promises untrue,

There is mischief hidden beneath his smile,
And forbidden knowledge in his eyes,
He likes to play a little game for fun,
But none have yet to say that they've won.

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