Tonight’s midnight weaving;
Reserved for myself.
Staring up at crooked moon,
Pulling power from moonbeams.
Don’t need it.
But feels good to consume,
Even drops of water.
Flicked over the shoulder;
Into my vast seas of mana.
The Infinite Hunger.
My Blood Curse.
Could any spell,
Summon my salvation?
Summon My Salvation.
