Nocturnal Eminence.


Hymns of chills sing the winds,
breathing on the vile of ends.
Tearing hearts by blade that bends.
And lost, wander I must.

And when the fight lives… Now,

kneel and behold the darkened wheel,
spinning what befall to Achilles’s heel
nothing but sinister fills the creel
In dark, agonies shall bark.

And when the light strikes… Now,

lie and die under the naked sun.
Beg and pry for your apathy fun.
Worthless cry pays an aimless run.
Farewell sighs. Farewell’s done.

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