I have bestowed pains in lucid and timeless graveyard harbours by my own sea.
One stone was cast in it's glass waves...
I sighed a storm that drowned them.
Bare a foot upon my shore illumination.
In the calm of the water.
Shine of unholy options, mirrored by wintermoon.
Choose and I may not...
Bare a hand upon my shore illumination.
Life is not the answer.
The hands are rotten.
Fool's reflection, vanish now.
I am still the disintegrator.
Lucid ultimate pain, dissolver.
In the years of brightness
Until my hateful victory
The garden grew...
Withered thoughts and vivid words.
I have cast the firemist
For those in truth
Shan't bare the illness.
We are of His flame.
... The Revelation.