Red sheets of satin drape over the stain.
Her ember glows no more her soul is dead.
The universe remains. Pieces of stars
streak through an endless cavern, brief bits
of light in forever-night, destination
nowhere. Should some strange variegation
spontaneously occur to time?
Then given time, this too shall pass, as death
then dies, a light may yet shine in undead
eyes. The runes are drawn, blood sacrifice made.
The vibronic ether hums, power drawn
by rite of covenant seeps through concussed
cracks. Reality quivers, imposable
in non-time, made real by will alone.
A glint cacodaemonic in-extremis
taints jaded eyes. These eyes define death,
they give death parameters to obey.
Joined with beings who power gods, he
becomes a god. Gliding back he pronounces
what must now and forever be