The Darkest Lament

Await thus in winter’s embrace,

Memories of evergreen a fleeting woe,

In darkest nights do dreams come to die,

The abyss clamours the groaning of great gates,

Alas empty do the lands of perpetual fire.

Down the blighted verity does malevolence leads the spiteful candour,

Ascend the stairs of laughing benevolence,

So full of lies and rancour,

Hateful does the arrogance of the sanctified,

And upon the celestial throne lay emptiness.

Fire and light bereft of masters,

Life became a shambling mockery,

God’s divine comedy and the Devil’s tragic mirth,

Falling thus to the paradox,

The spiral grasping to the Reaper’s talons.

The dreaming heart must cease the slumber,

Awake from heaven’s deceit,

The shackles of mercy and piety be rendered asunder,

Light the kindle within,

Stare down the void inside and laugh with it.

Bear the flame of ambition,

Let it ablaze with the ashes of the lost dream,

Faith is for the foolish and the weak,

Greatest of evils are they,

Believe in the fire within.

Thus the wicked blood of reverent spills,

Cresting the greatest truth of humanity,

Cast the supreme avarice to the firmament of nobility,

Claim the vacant throne of heaven for that raging heart,

Believe in the fire within.

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