laying upon the ocean floor. broken, torn or compromised. the irony of the nether gift; now an eternity of dark despair. fathoms abound me everywhere.
dark am i, dark are we. entwined, like the sun and moon. form and function. she, the raven watched. for i am the nether claimed. deep, in slumbering feud
i am the summer sun, the winter moon. i am the forest green, the desert sand. i am the ocean's depth, the azure sky. i am the element to dream. come forth
behold, i am your deliverance. look upon this nether steel: tearing away your soul, relentless. i am the dark night you fear. seek your ruin before me
Four winds of emerald lands, come and meet my fellowship. Journey afar, rest among my flock and shelter the serpent's egg. Among the shores I gather netherlands
I walk among this pantheon to gather up the stars. Blessing the waxing moon, and swallowing up the sun. For I foretell the coming God, ascending Heaven
Visions, O' visions of nightfall internal. I dream the dreams of redemption, a reflection of what I am, and what I could have been. I gaze within that
Be attentive --- for you may be allured by its presence, by its charm. Deep in the cosmos, upon this throne of void and star. Each word spoken, invocating
This flame...light, creation. Below my loveless divine...serpent. My soul is bu a deep, dark well. Her grace, benevolence, beauty. Wings, tenfold, harbringer
Within all shapes known; deep in the myriad wood, under a canopy of stars, rooted in Mother Earth. Be it not for ryhme or reason, for reason may not be
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ancient is the relic once told foreseen in our darkened past to tell a benign dream a shadow's memory has cast simple is the one who sees it fit no wonder
for it is, thus that i wallow within my own despair drowning hearts outside my lust creep around wallowed pairs waves of gray, trees of dust following
can you see through that hidden shrine hear out what grows within you taste the hate you birth or is it all ignorance concealed? misled by unknown shadows
form a dramatic pause a stranglehold is clenched less of nothing now gone dream a lesser cause No growth in the eye of the storm see clouds before our
here, they shall gather among its bows and hither. in the spring or summer sun, bright are the voices they carry. deep in the earth, its roots doth run
i feel a blacksun cast upon my withered brow the dancing of embers peace of eternal flight the deepest of blue in crimson night shadows my russet skin
a vengeance has been called on me its blackened state, i cannot see an evil spell has come to be it shall be done, to full decree voodoo curse adorns
