Thou maketh..

ever in heart this minute creation ever pondered

to question thee not, only to deem thy purpose

to paint oneself in colours of thee, not as the devil painteth

ere the question answered sacrilege hath they cried

angered thee doth this tempt, beyond oneself's knowledge

borne only through wisdom granted of thee

thou hast desired reckoning

for thou art the hidden comprehension

as we thou maketh to find and believe

Shadow of Flame

Growing is the chill from the winds of mischief
I take no heed for i am of fire
The poisoned steel of hatred would pierce
Nonetheless i am the master of pain

Though my strength shall not wane
Nor the light of it shall flicker
I shall remain feeding on the blackness of oblivion
Eternal i am bound to be the shadow of flame