Enshrouded in tenebrous rivers of
Tartar
The alpha decade is baptized in
fiery tar;
Its chaotic purity is unseen and
unique.
Enthralling and antique,
An ethereal soul starts an adventure
At the end of time; fleshes prepare
for apocalyptic departure…
The glyphs are read, spoken and
disembodied
In a decade of encoded mists;
The cryptic eclipse rises beyond
thirteen heavens
And dawns tormented on wings of
ravens;
A gaze scorches in radiation of eerie
twists,
As echoes of annihilation embrace
the ration… at last the thoughts have died!
The omega particles of twilight are
now active
In burlesque waltzes… every move a
shadow to revive…
They embody deep within him in the
last of the three decades –
The one that was chronicled by
prophets for when the light fades:
The dawn of Akasha's immortals is now upon
all!
All innocents at the occult throne’s
marble feet sinfully fall;
By chemical poison of words his
quill enslaves the Goths;
While everything corrodes and unholy
rots,
His muses are queens to rule fiendish
creatures beyond masquerades.
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