Covered in
The blackest
Blood
Slaughtering
The Countless
Fiends of darkness
Yes The flame in
His soul was burning
Ever so bright
Even piercing through
The darkness into
The heavens but
This was no ordinary
Flame what was once
Passion became rage
And bloodlust

Time
Spent in
the abyss
Can make
one
unkind

It was so easy
For the dark to
Take control
What was once
A determined
face was
Now a grim
Psychotic grin
With a taste for
Vengeance delivering
Attacks with hate

Down here
Roses can
Never grow or
survive;

However……
He felt
Pain
And a color
Red rushed
From beneath
His armor
And sprouted
Into a red rose
As his tears
Nurtured this
Life that was
Flowering;
…he came to
Surrounded by
Nothing, there
We’re no fiends
Of darkness…the was
Only Himself at
The cleft of a void fatigued
And surrounding by
The empty husks of
Demons he had slain
Trying to get a grasp of
His sanity while blocking
Out the endless whispering
Of the dark a murmur in
The void was heard;
Out from the putrid
Dark erupted a gargantuan
Colossus
Of scales
Horns
Razor
Sharp
Teeth
On every
Head

…Fear…
This
Was
…despair…
Just
When
Hope was
Found
….The
Abyss…
Crushes
All
Hope…

In
The
End
You’re nothing….

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