Among the dead-eyed mortals
I find myself clinging to life
as I waken
rubbing my drowsy eyes
lost within
the savage world
drowning in the false knowledge
of its blind prophets

The light fades, cooling twilight
creeps over the horizon
the darkness slowly
claims me
cradled in its presence
silken whispers
gliding across my scarred flesh

My darkness is hollow no more

Opening my newfound eyes
to the colour, surrounding
drifting above
as I am bound below
relinquishing my fears
as I step into the abyss, unknown

Reborn in the flames
of the stygian night
my blood, its crimson
light
enveloped by the shadows
as my ashes
scatter

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Phaestian, in the year 377 AF.