This poem is for Lord Sartan

My teeth
Are rotting
My skull
Is crack'd
Im upholding
Sartan's pact

Decomposition
Of muscle and skin
and intimidating
charcoal grin

This destruction
of Physique
may at first
seem bleak

And though it's not
merely an act,
my inheritance
of hell, and its fire
is soon
to be a fact!

Hail Sartan!
-The darkness will overcome you.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Ero, in the year 344 AF.