Look for the sparkle he went
With no fears or regrets
Just him and his special hat
For days and days he walked with no course
But he didn't repent
He just believed it was a curse
The way to the Eldritch village he couldn't find
But suddenly he sees the who knows everything cat
And there he stood before the cat for a while
So many days had past that he couldn't say a word
Thus the cat open his wise smile and said:
"The path to the Eldritch village I know"
The man was astounded - "A talking cat? This is absurd!"
Therefore the who knows everything cat walked through the snow
And so the man, believing in his special hat
Followed him through snow, space and time
After not knowing how many hours, days or years had passed
They reached the end of time climb
And there it was, the Eldritch village
The curse was caught in time
He, Lochesh, with his special hat
Lastly found the sparkle of rhyme

On a cold starry night beyond the treetops
Lochesh tasted what I believed to be blood of Gods.
Naive but prepared, he stared at heaven.
Stunned. Mesmerized, as a child and his new toy.
Earthly creatures as the all mighty lion,
Mythical creatures such as the fabled unicorn,
Imaginary creatures, he wonders...
But he heard a horn. Suddenly wakes,
All the heavenly peace turns into thunders;
He tries to be aware, but he's only aware of the poison
Referred as blood;
His heart speeds up, or stops. He cannot tell from the mud;
The world, in his eyes, doesn't seem to be continuous;
At those highs, everything is in slow motion;
He has the notion that everything is broken.
His special hat, Gore, finally showed him
That the only way out was the opposite of heaven,
So, he, Lochesh, walked to the door with a doubt.

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.