Ameterasu
Black fire streaming from the abyss of my soul through the window that is my eye. The fire that never burns out, the fire that consumes all. The fire of hate, of vengeance, of rage. My own blood shall spill before the fire abates, everything around me consumed in the black embrace. To wield such a weapon is a gift and a curse; you destroy what you hate, but anything else nearby as well in your own destructive wake.
Ameterasu the flames that destroy all,
Ameterasu on you I now call.
Copyright © Matthew Hamilton | Year Posted 2011
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