An original poem. A Powerful Warlock seeks to return His Love to life. My Dahlia. My Dahlia black is your heart, The gods have chosen to rip us apart. Your pale soft flesh sprawled across this altar, I have undertaken this quest I shall not falter. Fie you gods! You're meddling is all for naught, It is too late to stop me and these I've spells wrought. With my magic and my might nothing can stop this Unholy rite, I summon you forth from the Abyss, you will rise this night. Avé My Dahlia return to your body tortured soul! Avé My Dahlia Avé! You shall be remade whole. Now draw in your first breath, Arise I have returned you from death. Ah, Blackhearted Dahlia, Visio Malefica, Mine. Sit on your throne and reign as my Queen for all time. -Beast I hope you enjoy. The next episode is this soundscape.

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