Nexus

 
 
 
 
Cast and adrift on seas forlore, as the Oblivion arises within.
To which, this vessel pitch far from home, for Dogma's false truths and sins.
So binds this current for endpoint horizon, where darkness ascends, en masse.
Therein, embodied are the claimed, harrowed souls, whom await chosen prey for its mass.
 
As Faith now lies to owned, shadowed echoes, has come, the Sirens lullabies.
And, Fate does answer their beckon calls, in whirlpools of Sanctum's demise.
In turn, the sea writhes as with angerful pain, flaying its tormented crests.
All is but borne by the screams of winds howl; so fathered in brimstone-blown breaths.
 
This bore of cruel tempest, wroughts nexus' void; where finds the cost of abscission.
For laid, is eternity, beyond Guilded Gate, yet paved is the abyss to Perdition.
And soon, will days end to be held in felled night; when the sea shall surrender its passed.
Unto end, darkness claims this sojourner's soul; whom awaits chosen prey for our mass.