Hybrid

Sabbath is a character in creation…

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The Birth of Sabbath

Wasted triumphs after bitter battles
So it is here you resort, loveless of your sword and armor
But who would urge you, not an Ancient of your blood
Upon a steeple is your sacrifice.
Shadow on my wall…
Be at peace
For no one is closer to death save our hybrid
What’s such living ebony as pure
Whom our contorted equivalent
He is Sabbath

Saver of Souls

It was the first time, and the spirits beckoned whence he gathered.
Strength unveiled at its coarsening length
A vat of energy supple along his skin
Braving silver strands as they wrapped, kindling the greater fire within
Severed from the ground he left its gallows
A conduit herein resourced his path

Sabbath’s Cradle

When too long in the darkness your mercy sours
And desperation rakes your growing madness.
Time is naught but fiction, sending shivers down your spine after its constant dies.
Looking down is the same as looking up, when you’re surrounded by its deep.
And empathy wraps a surging recklessness
It is therein I’m able; it is here I’m fear…
I am apathy

Heaven’s Dowry

Watching angels’ breath, sweeting in their earthly bounds
There is nothing so engaging while trivial
We are better men for being kin
As neither of us must win the day in someone else’s shadow
But how can we pity the angels?
Every one the place of heaven
Such that we are left in chaos
And that’s the price of being, my friend
Flesh and blood