I broke my wings falling from the shattered sky.
When I hit the ground I felt the pulse of a thousand screaming voices.
I look up once more to view all I once loved,
As the celestial one-third fall from above.
The crimson poured from the broken heavens.
Seeping slowly into the dark earth with my fallen brethren.
A new dimension is formed by the fire that first created this earth.
A dark hand crushes the core bringing new birth,
To a world of endless sadness, and hurt.
The Morningstar descended into the ocean of oblivion
And pulled with him a part of heaven.
I ran to escape the fire; I did not want to become
United with the pyre of the rotting angels and the fallen one.
I fled as fast as I could before I was taken
But my soul ripped from me, forsaken
The tar from terra sank into my pores and through my veins-
Crushed my heart, tore off my skin and ripped my insides apart.
Now I am the dead that lives between the warm and the cold.
Forever roaming this earth to find my lost soul.
I am now the shadow that dwells in the night,
The albino that wields the soul-reaping scythe.
I am the watchman and the soul keeper,
Fearfully known as the grim reaper.
