candle black in silver stand with wind kissed flame on wick casts a flickering shadow of the ancient one whose slowly moving presence toward the hoary tower casement ascends to view outside his manse the scene revealed below legions align on the red high land hills not as one but as many warriors for she and now warriors for none conflict in lust for the night eyes with age unknown stare on at wheels which turn below and so the scene repeats itself for he who watches all and unknown to those at odds in arms below a card was played one yet unseen fools carry on in their bittersweet rage salacious desire to have all failure to them while unknown is their fate for night has her chosen one that which does not become part of the one shall become void first to feel the burning rays to see the lie in light first too she who wrapped my wounds and healed in pale unlight i am that which can not end and from whom they all have come divided to dethrone her son now they shall all burn as one first to feel the burning rays to see the lie in light first too she who wrapped my wounds and healed in pale unlight desire a carnal need to force upon their will purging a bloodline s end cleansed in flame alone now my will be done unchallenged again in might set at odds those who once were and will never be again divided to dethrone her son united