The Promise of Ruin

Forever and a day, damnation looms near
Courting dark circles enticing their fear
Aeons impart wisdoms long lost
The gathering storm demands too high a cost

Once begotten the thorns be worn
A tribe of prophets forever born
To guide the fate weighted by this hand
And eternal suffer by this command

Light feathered on through pierced armors distain
A stiletto long promised gifted in pain
Holding court over a usurpers dawn
The skies broke in wonder as fires raged on

Palaces fall as hosts to their knees
The winds cry mercy to echo their pleas
Life's parade far flung into torment
Not a shadow left nigh nor dormant

Lost momentum to the fall
The return of madness to them all
As eyes plucked from the leaders blind
Into eternal darkness I do thee bind