The shards of light came to rest on the skyline while the beast screamed, restlessly, vying for the last scrap of validity.
      Entwined limbs presided over eternal nights, a disregard for the din.
           This was happiness.

The blackened wings around the light catches the shadow, undeterred it touches the sentient reflection of the next life. It's knowledge unrelenting that there would be ecstasy at the furthest tips, if this was the death plain. It's embrace a manifestation that I am my own punisher, that the shadow still holds back Thanatus for an eternally held moment.

So I willingly followed you again past Hades shadow into perdition and watched you wake.
     Time faltered as we watched the righteous misunderstand the sentient. Running from their volatile citadels.
            Love was marked as our mistress, we were bound by the strength of restless endeavors, feeding off our solicitation of conscious.
                   As we consumed, no one understood that it was our tether to the old world, and so there was release, with no regret