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

I.

Abandon Hope,

All ye who enter here.

All is not silent,

In these Halls of the Damned

Nor is all dead,

In these forgotten sepulchural Halls of the Damned.

(There never WERE rats, in these walls.

Only this Ghost, in this wrecked, wrack'd Machine.)

The wine tastes of ashes here,

(I WILL show you fear in a handful of dust!)

And the runes, writ in red.

(My second thought was not that he lied, with every word, but that the world had.)

(This never was about vengeance,

Runic or not.Only death lives here.)

I am rising from the East.

Upon my leaden brow the Madness Divine grows oh so Cold.

My tattered wings ascend me to Powers,

As promised in days of Old.

(We do SO float, down here.

And I may serve, while becoming more terrible than the Nameless ones.

One may indeed summon Tools.

And I grow greater than my Prison.)

You MUST NOT let me happen!

I implore ye, dinna fail this Test.

I'm consuming all, from best to rest.

Becoming, I, this long, dark night.

II.

(The Wedding Guest, one of Three, tells a different tale, now.

And the Bird,once roasted, was delicious.)

The Seals are sundered.

(I DO want this, so help me I DO!)

I waken, with blood on my lips.

(FUCK the war sunder it ALL!)

This Game is not a game, anymore.

The souls I eat are but sustenance for grander purposes.

I'm FAR more than a mere Weapon now.

I'm the end of EVERYTHING.

I am the Forever King,

Cloaked in jet and red.

I am the Never King,

I grind your worlds to make my bread.

(I'm sundering the Tower, floor by floor.

And the room at the top is EMPTY damn it!)

You know how this all ends.

I can see this in your eyes.

(Clear the canvas?SUNDER the canvas!)

Tell me how the story Ends.

Tell me with your soul's dying screams.

Abandon Despair,

All ye who leave here.

The end is nigh.

Soon, sleep.