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Written by: Yel, Recruit of Evil
Date: Monday, October 13th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone


Red Walls

by Yel of Mhaldor

I was born where the stone forgot sunlight,
where the tongue is sharper than the blade.
Scales for skin, venom for prayer,
I learned that love is a wound that obeys.

Mhaldor  my ruin, my refuge,
your chains fit like jewelry, your screams like song.
In your red walls I found my pulse,
steady, venomous, and finally mine.

The world called me monster before I could speak,
so I learned to whisper instead of beg.
Now I coil in your shadow and call it home,
a temple of pain that remembers my name.

Here, I am art 
poison dressed in devotion,
a child of cruelty kissed by purpose.
Here, I am not lost.
I am found.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Chronos, in the year 987 AF.


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Poetry News Post #6702

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Written by: Yel, Recruit of Evil
Date: Monday, October 13th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone


Red Walls

by Yel of Mhaldor

I was born where the stone forgot sunlight,
where the tongue is sharper than the blade.
Scales for skin, venom for prayer,
I learned that love is a wound that obeys.

Mhaldor  my ruin, my refuge,
your chains fit like jewelry, your screams like song.
In your red walls I found my pulse,
steady, venomous, and finally mine.

The world called me monster before I could speak,
so I learned to whisper instead of beg.
Now I coil in your shadow and call it home,
a temple of pain that remembers my name.

Here, I am art 
poison dressed in devotion,
a child of cruelty kissed by purpose.
Here, I am not lost.
I am found.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Chronos, in the year 987 AF.


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