This cold, silver sliver of metal
An old companion: Razor's Edge
A brutal caress every time
I invited it to the drawn the line
across the endless expanse of my mind.
I have toed the Dead Man's Ledge
and leaped into the abyss beneath.
Forever falling into infinite black.
Disconnected voices surrounding me
echoing promises to never return
to my Kingdom. A prisoner
of Cimmerian Shade.
Consumed by demons Light cannot burn.
They taste the blood of the thin little blade
feeding from the Power of absolute Life
I was caught in their embrace,
blind to my own Glory
they had me where They wanted.
An expendable pawn to Heaven.
A Goddess Queen of Hel.
Eternally descending into herself.
Whispering secret prayers,
casting Forbidden spells.
Determined to Win the game.
Eons and Ages passed,
I watched the stars align.
Waiting for the perfect moment
to make Darkness fully mine.
I devoured the galaxies.
I drank in the star dust.
I created Life from Nothingness.
The Power was Divine.
I sank so far into the Deep
I arose from the ashes of my
By own my mighty persistence,
I unfurled wings to carry me
above and beyond the Horizon.
To the front lines of War.
A Battle of Souls, for Souls, by Souls.
A Fight to gain the ultimate control
of Dead Man's Ledge.
| Interestingly creative piece on the nature of godhead assimilation. First you descended into hell and then you rose again from the ashes to fight for eternal souls salvation. Very messiah like with a very dark twist. I loved it, excellent work. |
|| Posted on 2017-09-17 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] |