Morgion A Slow Succumbing
behold, i am your deliverance. look upon this nether
steel: tearing away your soul, relentless. i am the dark
night you fear.
seek your ruin before me, upon this earth your blood
shall stain. a reckoning beyond all reason, hear the
cries of your brethren,
lament. a thousand score i did fell. no spear did render,
or axe did cut. your women shall carry my seed; forsake
your children
to the wheel. upon the frost shadowed earth, lay the keep
i shall homage. within i shall bury my riches, to count
for centuries
here after. waiting and watching...watching and waiting.
even after the last morrow i shall ponder, in a madness
of my own
design. after this body is time, worn to dust, the nether
blade is still mine forever.
