The Guiding Knight

The Guiding Knight

Arising from the silk of my caskets cocoon,
life’s light extinguishes in the west. Sunsets blinding beauty
of purples hue, scalding my retinas. Deaths eyes will
regenerate, but I still hope for redemption of my soul.

While you wallow in your prophylactic coffin
daylight convulses and inevitability surrenders to
nights embrace. Life's faint pulse enlivens dark wonders,
comfort not such melancholy folly for your soul is dead.

Soul! Cold death flows bitter and sticky in this black heart.
An undead soul entrapped in desire, the light nourishes
life. It is its heat that we suckle, love is its blood drained
warm in the throat. Never quenching our lustful hunger.

Better a cold death than a frosted life, relying on the hope of
finicky creatures that welter in daylight's self professing glory.
Our nocturnal reality overshadows the illusion brought forth
by the sun's blinding clutch.

Darkness’ unfathomable depths weighs heavily of despair.
A black heart seeps black blood, light reflects the glory of red.

Daylight suffocates nocturnal passions, invoking fallacies to the sun.
Only an honorable black heart can deliver ye from de profundis.

Madness! Driven by delirious instinctual desire,
chaotic grim, midnight confections of insatiable bloodlust.
Nothing more than evils appetite dining upon torn flesh.
Sinking tooth to vein, sinking soul in vain, sinking depths insane.

Shake off dementia and rise above diminutive morality, for turmoil
festers deep within the bosom. Cling unto my blood and allow
its godly power to immortalize our cohesion. Raise from death's despair,
raise above pettiness, raise allegiance to our consanguinity.

Darkness lays claim to arrogance denying remorse.
As Lucifer denies his bastards love, instilling only instinctual
blood lust. God will embrace his children of the night.
Death eats life it is the very sustenance of your suffering.

Daylight squanders opportunity, festering hope.
As God denies His ignorant followers, Satan bows to my will.
No deity will sustain your blood-lust. Death feeds upon the living,
solidifying our promenade with greatness.

You can feel the festering now can't you? The hunger?

Don't ignore what you've become, a princely predator.

We can't ignore the emptiness, while you prey... I'll pray too.

Sentimental fool, we are one, we are ambassadors of darkness.

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