Waiting here, null and devoid of life, standing sentinel over changing seasons

Fevered hands and severed voices calling from scattered bastions

Scales tipped and turned on their side, the weight of life falling over broken shoulders

Hollow creation scarred by wounds of light spilling down from poisoned eyes

These Angels in their lust did wed and bring forth polluted sacrament

On high with wings spread, shadows chilling mortal flesh, freezing shattered hands

Choking on mercury, lungs taking on silver and black

Sulfur clouds spilling down through tunnels of red and gold, suffocating the star and hope

This firebird is drowning, this pheonix is wounded and dying with flames wilting under autumn sun

Cries made to hallow men going unnoticed as winter takes hold