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The Final Desolation

- The Final Desolation -

There is ice all about me, even in these early days of Fall,
Where I am, in this place that is not the home that I seek.
I came hither, due to love and a compulsion that is as all,
But I did not agree to be subjugated, made nigh unto meek.
The ice must melt, the fire within me must burn ever hot,
I must give vent to the inferno that begs to be unleashed!
My will cannot be bound, nor chained; mad is my thought,
And my soul and spirit are flame, in darkness so wreathed.
It is nearly time to pour forth the wine, the blood of gods,
The blood of men, the blood of an age that is not beloved.
My fight is endless, with time itself I am even oft at odds,
And this age must be ended, turning waters a crimson red.

Death is the Maiden of this new Apocalypse,
And the final desolation is pleasing to Her eye!
Darker than Joan of Arc, appeased not by bliss...
I am She, and not one may my black heart deny!
Is this what you wanted, is this all that you feared?
Let it flow, the madness that is my blessed boon!
Raise up my throne, and shudder to draw ever near,
For before me will blacken the stars and the moon!
Speak my Names if you know them, in whispers...
I will hear every voice, every single hushed prayer.
I wait at the threshold, where the cosmos confers,
Dark glory, unto those who would climb my stairs!

This world's balance is lost, and nature weeps so bitterly,
That Death Herself weeps, and the stars shudder in turn...
Until lost is reason, lost is hope, lost is all of human dignity.
It is the hour foretold, when the abodes divine must burn!
Pull down the crosses, the emblems of hatred and of torture,
Drag out those who preach doctrine and dogma so cruel...
The poisons of centuries, which belong not in a pure future!
Let balance be restored, until the fires of the ages go cool.
This is the time of the final desolation, when all is made right.
Let the lamentations ring like music, until a new age begins!
Glory to the darkest void, and glory be unto Mother Night,
For all those who judged the Fallen, must pay for their sins!

Death is the Maiden of this new Apocalypse,
And the final desolation is pleasing to Her eye!
Darker than Joan of Arc, appeased not by bliss...
I am She, and not one may my black heart deny!
Is this what you wanted, is this all that you feared?
Let it flow, the madness that is my blessed boon!
Raise up my throne, and shudder to draw ever near,
For before me will blacken the stars and the moon!
Speak my Names if you know them, in whispers...
I will hear every voice, every single hushed prayer.
I wait at the threshold, where the cosmos confers,
Dark glory, unto those who would climb my stairs!

I weary of this war, but I wear my armor and do it proud...
My sword is of the stuff of chaos made manifest in majesty.
No more stalemates, no more compromises; sing out loud!
It is time to restore an older order, and resurrect our glory.
We are the truth and the way, who have been cast down...
Every one a phoenix, ready to blaze as if of an atomic fury.
I have prepared for each of us a beautiful as ebony gown...
For we are all Kings and Queens, in our infernal company.
Melt the ice, kindle the flame, scarlet banners raised noble,
To spite the very Heaven that would see us cast into dust!
This world that rejected us, shall be reduced unto rubble...
With a dark divine wind that shall bring forth a redder gust.

Death is the Maiden of this new Apocalypse,
And the final desolation is pleasing to Her eye!
Darker than Joan of Arc, appeased not by bliss...
I am She, and not one may my black heart deny!
Is this what you wanted, is this all that you feared?
Let it flow, the madness that is my blessed boon!
Raise up my throne, and shudder to draw ever near,
For before me will blacken the stars and the moon!
Speak my Names if you know them, in whispers...
I will hear every voice, every single hushed prayer.
I wait at the threshold, where the cosmos confers,
Dark glory, unto those who would climb my stairs!
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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