Inquisitor

Inquisitor

the inquisitive

quisitor,

Finding truths in lies,

Uncovering

secrets in

other worlds

Far, far away.

She dances with demons,

She lies with witches,

Losing her blood

To the fiends of Hell,

All to find the truth

beneath the disguise.

Our little Inquisitor

changes herself

to fit into the crowds,

she grows horns,

a pointed tail,

teeth sharpening into fangs

and scales sprouting from skin,

nails growing long

and sharp.

It’s all for the disguise,

for the lies,

the lies that will find the truth.

But now she’s too deep,

she’s just as the demons

wished her to be.

Our inquisitive

Inquisitor

has fallen,

corrupted,

gone.