Interests
Spirit Skulls by ~arcaneserpent on deviantART
Idols
His eyes were hallow,
His heart is black.
His touch is cold,
His voice turns you to stone.
His form is tall,
His cloak flapping about.
His hand comes out,
It's time for you to go.
The darkness is pressing in,
Giving retribution for past sins,
And the grave promise,
For which you were thrown from greatness.
The deeds hath gone undone,
The debts hath gone unpaid,
For when the Herald of Death comes,
It doesn't let anyone run.
You stand there, immobile,
In a vain hope for reconcile,
Yet hopes are dashed and Dreams are smashed,
For no longer shall you last.
The fire in its eyes,
Showing the ways in which you'll die,
Brings forth your devastation,
From all past relations.
You cannot cringe or crawl,
You cannot wail or bawl,
There is nothing left,
But to accept.
For finally Death has come.
Video Games
skulls by ~GREENDEATH on deviantART
