Those who die in vengeance,
Rest in a grave full of sins.
As when the rain falls down,
They behold the storm deep within.


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He made his way through that storm,
This man that was born in the dark.
His eyes reflected the rage he owed,
To his maker, with death in his heart.

Walking upon a cursed night,
He was bless'd in all of his rage.
Arms reaching out for the blade,
As he whispered-
the war he was about to wage.



" come out, come out-
wherever thou are."

" thou shall not hide,
for I smell you're not that far. "



His words burned through the air,
And in a moment-
The fire in his heart was everywhere.
And now his glory was inching near.

Through the silenced awakening,
In the morbid beginning-
One could hear.
The end was near.



" come out of your grave,
every corpse that was ever born. "

" we'll feast like brothers and sisters,
after consuming his heart and throne. "

" nothing to fear now, hear-
we'll avenge ourselves at his home. "

" bring down the sky tonight,
in his ashes all will be re-born. "




The ground began to break-
Beneath his feet.
And the sky was full of fear,
As His tears began to bleed.

And from the deepest pit,
A crowd emerged to feed.
At last, there will be blood,
And all will be freed.



" come ye' all,
let's fight this-
curs'd being together. "

" bring down the walls,
so they'll lie in ruins forever. "


The mob of hatred and vengeance,
Made their way through the wall.
Into the castle of the mighty king,
Tonight, his kingdom would fall.

Consumed in their despair and creed,
Tonight, they'll consume one and all.
As they made their way through,
The man found himself in the hall.

In the farthest corner,
He saw the empty throne.
Screams were igniting the blood-shed,
But for now, he was but alone.


" where thou at,
oh the lord of all. "

" 'tis your end'th hour,
soon thee would fall. "


He Waited for a voice to beg,
But there wasn't a single sound.
His grin was furious, eyes red,
But there wasn't a soul around.



" come, show your face,
so I can plunge this blade in ye' heart. "

" I swear thy name,
this moment is your last. "



He heard a whispers birth,
From the depth of the distant dark.
An old being, older than anything,
Came before his eyes at last.

The face was scarred and cold,
His eyes reflected the wisdom's age.
In his presence, one heard a melody,
That no being could ever make.

He walked ever so slow,
His hands clutching his crown.
Brighter than the sun-shine,
But there was only darkness all around.


The man closed his eyes,
And his vengeance began to wither.
The king lifted his head,
He whispered.



" O' my son,
I rule your every breath. "

" you hold a gun,
yet I don't command your head. "

" I am thou sun,
awaking you from thy bed. "

" but thou sleep not,
and I leave you be-
in the tears you shed. "


" and then thou blame thee,
for the dreams you loose. "


" I am not your hands,
that tie the noose. "


" thou be my love,
but thy love never conquered-
tears I bled. "

" if 'tis what you seek,
I pray you dead. "



And with those words,
The man was ripped-
In a thousand Pieces apart.
At the ashn'd floor,
There was no trace of his heart.

A river of blood flowed through-
The castle gates.
As it hath flowed,
From the time thee was made.

The ashes made love in the air,
Like a sombre winters dream.
And screeching through the silence,
One could hear a thousand screams.

The king laid the crown on the throne,
He was everything ever made,
But never more alone.


The rain befell the land below,
As them tears left his eyes.
There was no one but he-
In the lonely kingdom in the sky.