Next comes Lust.
The twin of Envy.
Two birds born of one shell.
that which Envy longs to own
Lust aches to consume.
Lust is long of wing
and light of touch
Lust travels most
often in the company
of Wrath.
As unfulfilled appetites
bare forth a tempestuous
rage.
Lust will cut through
all reason.
He cares not the
price of his whims.
His attentions are
short lived,
yet his damage
long felt.
Lust cares for no other
Not even his sibling
can illicit love.
Lust is the blackest
of birds
Darkest midnight
on a moonless sky
here flies Lust
leaving ash in his
wake.
Lust's number is Five
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