Curse

Open to interpretation

Progressive anilation induced onto the Fringes of my imagination or so I assumed as I reassumed the position of power. Mobilise my thoughts as They realign with the alignments of your whispers. Planetary adjustments as the age of the sceptre ushers in the dawn of the new kingdom.

The Empire of power spread like an alien colonising me. A nation emerged looking at the face of Phroan.

And I remember the Taker of pleasure was near. And so too The Curse Inacted.