Demon

I reach the eclipse and savor its disaster; all of us kind, evil, deriving strength from its supernatural shade.

At the creak of leather I glide, confronted by flight the rampant Fire of my hearth; Gehenna.

I pass by crowing angels congruent in their martyrdom circles. Sighing after prior heroes and moved by clairvoyance. I am removed, this passing shadow, belligerent though guileless; their ceaseless enemy.

At liberty I ve swallowed darkness, perpetual in my destiny, as I ve ventured the greatest womb. Imprisoned by her need, grand and all encompassing; my sweet mother.

I succumbed my landing to the Amalgamae (entrance), where upon the rising moved my threshold. Unto wake therein, evils own Abyss.