Now I see...the abyss of wonders, stretched out in front of time itself. Between curiosity and terror, I see an odd comfort slowly approaching. With a promise spoken by birth and finally kept by his arrival I so dearly await.
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Behind the second threshold. Where is the land of a vastness unknown to The human eye. Where The spirits dwell and the deathless bury their own dead. Beyond ordeal and despair. Amidst the wake of time. Not known to the human eye, there is a silent friend. Patiently waiting on it's throne of souls. Only for you.
Before the eternal winter, the last rays of light were the warmest. Before the forever, the final second was the longest.
Crowned with skies that gather clouds that wash away what was troubled and with sorrow. Beloved earth and dearest siblings. Mourn and thrive and bloom and wither. I leave you for good.
Fields of emeralds designed before me. I watch them grow as they drain life off of me. Hunters roaming and playing the wild game. At all unnoticed I watch them die. And slowly with every other moon I approach them on their way.
First there was only a signal. A first breath that gave him free. Then there was a path outlined with care and finality. A draft to guide me into his arms until we were the only sound.
Veins in the cold and a beat an aeon. A realm that knows no kings yet lasts with a taken throne. Invisible eyes crowned with imminent horns, counting sin and boon alike. They see and they know regardless place or time. With veins black and cold as yours once sold.
The arrival. A promised surprise as by the mother of the VII.
Mirrored self. Guide me into his arms. Past the flames and my blood. Offer me before his throne and show me the great halls of your void.
My life through your hands.
Whispers from the deeP
Sing me to sleep.
My path is eternal.
Since they cast me out they banished their freedom and made it mine.
They gave life to what means death.
My path is mine. My exile is yours.
