The Grand Inquisitor
But, he was only a shadow.
He was not
the Prince of Darkness
the veiled Mistress
smiles gently.
She gave me an address
and instructions
He lives on
The majesty of willing life-in-death
in Absolute Zero
Author: Acushla Sarswat
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