Lost Star

So many pleasures I have seen
From the rise of kings
To the fall of Gods
And the unbridled lust of Queens.
Conversed with lost ghosts
With translucent skin
And shivering bones
Hiding from the sight of Hosts.
Partaken in ancient rites
For wicked devils
To sip from my soul
And bring me to new heights.
From Heaven and then to Hell
I am the one between
The shifting scenes
Of the tales to tale.
Unholy visions, godly sights
Upon the world, like a blight,
I am constant
Like a lost star in the night.