Yet I am imperfect,
Even still.
My monk failing in his duties,
To keep us strong.
Capable.
Apex.
Drift away,
I hath become thy creature of want.
Ugly sycophants,
Deluded hierarchs.
Mine enemy.
Demons have been looming,
Monster,
Creature,
Beast,
Animal,
Thing.
Closer,
Still.
Avatar of want,
Serpentine glutton.
Infinite loop.
Symbol of alchemy.
It rules me,
A perfect order.
One I must overcome.
Taskmaster is dead,
So,
A monk must do.
This goddess of a thousand masks,
She cackles in the inky dark.
I cackle in the inky dark.
We cackle in the inky dark.
Imperfect.
