Black Heaven

What a precious mistake thou has made

A fool you hath made of me

...so be it

I take thee now with

Vengeance and fury

My wrath shall I beset

Upon the souls of innocence

See me now

As I spread my darkening wings

Pity them as they

Speak my name in vain

My divine pleasure taken

In watching them die

Thus, ever they shall suffer as I do

Ornate wisdom

Revealed in mine eyes

I shall sip the wine

Of tumultuous life

My kiss and a promise

I shall give thee now

Never shall I weep

As they cry out my name

A hymn to my wandering light

Blackening sun, emptiness

Taste victory unquenched

Throughout my millennia

Embodied by this distortion

Of my withering stare

Fools, have thy moment of glory

As my blanket of death unfolds

Upon thy children

Watch my glorious triumph in hatred

Regret thy error as I take them:

One by one

A mask I wear of infinite gestures

A vale of dusk beyond my jaded horizon

Death for thee hath many faces

Life hath but only one

Prepare thyself for my victorious era

As showers of blood spill forth upon thee

From the ebony gates

Of my black heaven