Lord Dark Celt Bard Emeritus's blog: "Runes writ in Red"

And thus, eyes black with grief,

We hailed the void, uneasy with relief.

Glad we were, on the brink of madness,

Accustomed  to pain, emboldened by sadness.

She held my heart, in her hands,

And her reward was to bleed out, upon stranger sands.

Those who love me, I stop their breath,

For in my heart lies frozen death.

With not a whimper, nor a sigh,

Did trust in me, and thus they die.

So now I hail unto the void,

What peace I had, evermore destroyed.