Original art by Brittiny
As the last leaf descends
I will come to the place where you forever Rest In Peace
And wake you from your deep eternal slumber
So we may return you to your translucent shrine.
For the unholy shall rise
And I SHALL be the who sits upon the throne of bones.
And as the moon rises over all the ivory of YOUR brittle bones...
My pain will beat down on the dead world like a plaque and sing to the graves,
That I am,
Forever yours.
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