Over the top come the waves of dawn. Watching, flown the crest is dusk I exist. Broken tears of hatred bleed my joy…she is gone. The Scourge remains in me, waiting, hunted this conclusion wrested-paring my casted soul. Roams the crouching end, luring this careful yearning…I have grown careless. Shouldering guilt within my casket, harboring such waste; my tender opponent’s lost to me.
Here is my attempt, blasted from the sky. A cordless puppet master, wayward in his lust shoulders damnation beside his breast. From its void gives birth and I shudder forth, a glorious innocence trussed my cord is broken. Hence I rose within this conflagration, since of blood and fear.
I am Sabbath, Kindred proud and demon lost. Embarked this new age I’ve hidden its willful current. Surrounds this moat of destiny cringed the standing kings. A forged outcome brings upon this world an omen. It has cost me more than you could know…
I have come today decent in shadow; surrounded by blight a marvelous symbol. A being disfigured, espoused in emptiness, herein my troubled host.
