Grave Legends

You laugh at me and jest me coward,
But it was not you
Caressed by their cold glamour
As they seduced to skinwalk
Through my glassy essence
Promising my dreams
Threatening my dread
For passage in my flesh.
It was not you that was
Pealed layers unwinding
Flapping scalding falling
Soulblood violated
Upon their twilight threshold altar
Gate to their own Heartdead climes.
No, it was not you,
You who perceives but three dimensions
With failing depth.

I regret too much.
I fear too much.
I desire too much.

I must learn to be Light
When frostblade obsidian
Crowds all movement,
Preserve a calm smile
In their grin maw of pain
As it slices consuming,
And turn deaf integrity
To promises which divide.
You laugh at me and jest me coward
For fleeing from my own
Reflection demeaned and True.
But I first must Know my
Impeccabability
If I am to fight the
Nightmare shades of
Grave Legends.

(And as you chuckle oblivious,
I feel sorry for your children’s children
For I have fled already
What has yet to claw for you....)