Only Zuul - The Reckoning

Don't wake me
The other escapes me
The champion of fate
Oh grim potentate
Make no mistake
Hell is at hand
Mantras mouthed
Thickening the breeze
Ceased wings beating
Black death crest donned
My face, like to a maw, mutated
Bare gums/jagged jaws
The muscles atrophied, veins tainted
The flesh all about the fallen
The awe, the claws, tongue lolling
My skin adapts the pallour of ash
Drawn withered and torn
My eyes a violent, violet gash
Wrathful monarch take shape
Let sound the trump of vengeance
All sinews, tight
Like fine-stretched drum-hide
Pain! Prepare to uncoil
A conjugal decision
A cup of verity
A bum-rush of deliverance
The soul's disparaging
Raise the walls around us
The battle's already fought
And those on the podium
Know the victor's face
And I, here alone regret
Must waive my reticence
Before the darkness fades
Not long now
Disciples of war
Biotic cyborgs
Their champion they hail
But will burden's fate
`Round the combatants?
From the confines of the indecipherable dark
Past all Helvete, Hades, Hölle
I alone shall ascend to the tip
Of the butte of unparalleled dominance
And from the throne to smite the seeker
Return to the abyss my fathers
Offer us your lives
Before the hammer shall fall
Amongst thy sons and thy daughters
They shall bow before mine
Fraught in the dawn of impiety
Wild in the face of defeat
Reverberant profanities fly
As you try to crawl away
Die! The fire in your cry
I wish to straight de-luminate
The snap, crack
The pop of your spine de-animates
Thy corpse froze in time
Thy conscience clutch
As the carrion close
Beaten, you lie at my feet
As I right my gaze
I pay no heed to the desperate
Cries of th'enlightened
As I ascend into thy empire

Written by:
Quinton Gardner

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