Stepped into the dark he went.
Blood and vengeance in every single way,
Beheaded heads served in silver plates.
Staring at skeleton's party in the bay.
Not even redemption could save him
From entering the gates.
Muddy corpses dancing around over time
Laughing at those who are trying to climb.
Restless soul's voices crushed his rhyme
Causing a deafening roar.
Flames that burn the eyes, leaving him blind.
Having no eyes, he, Lochesh, sees the truth.
Left alone, merely with his  nature and special hat,
Gore.