I feel renewed,
And thank my loyal few,
For relinquishing me,
And setting me through.
.
Dear reader, beware,
Do not tempt your own doom,
For I watch all who enter,
In corridors of gloom.
.
Blindly trusting the herd
Will cost you your breath.
The meek may be silenced,
Or vanish in death.
.
Just remember your actions can make me detest
and place you here amongst my conquests.
.
Misogyny's threshold
Has claimed countless souls,
But death's icy fingers
Still beckon to men.
.
Heaven or hell awaits,
Or the Keep is in your sway,
Where I mind the black flock,
and the sheep are out of lock.
.
Dear reader,
take heed,
No conquest is mine,
Yet your choices decide,
Where your spirit aligns.
.
Dear reader,
beware,
Do not tempt your own doom,
For I watch all who enter
In shadowed halls and rooms.