[Daniel:]
Imprisoned several thousand years
I have awaited you, oh obsidian seer.
Palm of iniquity
a reliquary withstands
my sincere welcoming
of a voiceless despair.
Voidless, yet flourishing.
Voidless, a life contrived.
Voiceless, yet alive in the end.
Voiceless.
A part of another cycle.
It stills the air and swallows control.
It conquers the worst in us and ensnares
our souls and so we exist without question.
Living amongst those
cradled to necessary fate.
I suppose this is the end.
Within our eyes,
your will a part of me,
my favor undying for you.
[Shorts:]
Rot in dampened neath.
Gaze upon the gloam as it drips:
festering,
forgotten.