Capricious little godling!
Thy fate is death.
That of all things.
Drinking from black ichor –
Venom of the world serpent.
It will make you strong.
Little fae.
Infinite knowledge,
Comes at great cost.
Entangling one’s soul –
With eaters of worlds.
Entropy dictates.
Void declares.
Capricious Little Godling!
