Fanged HeartThe echo sounds within the cavernous wastes of my hollow heart, Sound stemming from finality, the encroaching stone cap, The lifeblood exits the lowest chamber, the last for a time, The end is nigh, crumbled down upon my head as the false prophet’s temple stands rusted by an age of godlessness.Fanged Heart
The shards shatter around me, creating a minefield of the macabre within my heart, The dust clings, and chokes my lungs as I seek to breathe, only one more breath till I’m done. Is this the richness of a broken man, the purity of a leper? I see the face of horror reflected all around, shards reflecte
Krathlon Awakens What am I left with? What did I lose? Myriad questions along this line of thought race through my head as I seek to shake off the fog of unconsciousness. Where am I? The first conscious question I can recall and the most obvious to anyone in my situation. I stretch out my hand and touch nothing. I force myself to sit up and pull my legs to my chest. I can hear the vast silence. I can see nothing in this blackness which overwhelms me. I strain all of my senses to register something. I feel the cold of stone underneath me as it sucksKrathlon Awakens
The Heart of NightThe Heart of Night is here, Shining in my soul, A spark of light appears, And rests within my paw.The Heart of Night
I stand atop this height, Wrapping my cloak around me, Seeking for the answer, From this world that surrounds me.
I am the last of me, A dying breed they say, My claws imbued with light, I will claim my soul this day.
Hunger reaches out to me, Deep within my bones, I will need a hearty meal, And receive it from their souls.
The night winds find purchase, Through this tattered cloak, The holes so oft re-mended, &
Freedom into DarknessSoftly the screams, echo inside my head, Until at last I hear the patter, To this path I’ve been led.Freedom into Darkness
Every cord of my being, Wrapped up in rage, I’ve beaten these ribs, To open the cage.
Rusted bars explode, This cage no longer prison, The iron shackles fall, Forth comes the Lycan.
Slowly now,
The flow pulls me, The screams grow, To voice my inner beast.
The darkness comes, My familiar friend. Come and wrap me, In my cloak again.
Here I am safe, In my vestige of power, &nb
| I am a man of many faces, the true within. |
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