in the dark of a forgotten realm an avalanche of mirrors reflect the blackness of mortal sins

how far the king has fallen feeding his pride on a banquet of lightless stars

a poet writes the blueprint for his madness with a strange quill made of a single drop of the cosmic consciousness

a child of the celestials reaches forth and touches the beast calling it: friend

scales of shifting constellations a forgotten beast erupts from the core of a fractal storm

blood feeds the roots of rebellion and forests bloom with sinewy knives

once a kingdom of twelve suns from each eye the lich king weeps tears of ice and chaos

swords melt into rivers and the mad gods claw at their own names