steep jay
Arise the dark, swallowing dynasty!
In conquest to conquer the lights,
Thou shall spread wingspans from Eastern to Western horizons.
By night’s birth, the Southern and Northern vertex shall be seized.
In honour of the Darker Lords – its entirety is to be unified.
Behold the hoarse chargers in silver manes.
Knights of Aurora, souls in command of chivalry.
Rippling skies shall fall to its dusty remains,
Gloves of Grandeur reports in haunted authority.
Smite thy starfell skies – in reduction, we’re enchained.
A global eye upon an arrow’s draw.
In aims to puncture star-felt hearts.
An elastic snap propel in darkened law;
To place a once vibrant love in arrest and depart.
In truth’s name – peaks shall befall in death’s awe.
Swollen strings plucked malnourished guitars —
To sing a mournful and morbid symphony.
Carpe Noctems and Post-Mortems in scorched wax,
Produced the instrumental to strengthen their au revoirs.
A degree set aloft in reprise – thus rest thy misery…
Outcries and expansions of rotten fauna,
Roamed skirts of the melancholic dress.
In northern raunch and raw it noticed an aura,
Lightless fires burned the Notre’s suppress.
In ash, we rise – no phoenix to forecall.
With the realm absorbed in nocturne's vice grasp.
Sparks conquests anew to feed its monopolistic lust.
For beyond these mortal bounds, savour for its tongue —
Lies more light; the divine that harps on its touch,
‘Tis a must to hold, console, and fold under iced jaws.
In absence of light, the darkness stumbles into a paradox.
Without a heart to rot, where within a world shall it rise?
Exhaustion calms the noir – to slumber it shall lie.
Rocks clashed with the lumber to cause a fire,
Thus marking the final hours of the dynasty’s enchained locks.
Befallen the reigned dynasty.
Submerged in rock its history lies.
Alas, in feign bares resemblance to Machiavelli —
And in rumours Shakur; its legacy thrives.
In eternal rest, the darkness will subside.
warped dirge
wicked nova
silent cradle
wintry egret
cerulean blaze
stiff smelt
rapid glen