perception of perdition

treading on the fine line
between all things clear
and all things murky
lucidity;turbidity;posioned

walking the path
between madness and hope
neither life nor death
from the depths of dark
to the altars of light

faltering, fading
fighting, winning
falling, losing it
this godless crusade
she decides his path

would it be for unity
or for destruction of all
who oppose his will
a poisoned heart broods
hatred

hatred spawns seeds
the seeds of reprisal
sowing
the root of all evil

once one tastes the power
of chaos and darkness
tempting, irresistable
something to die for

he has tasted that raw, dark and unrelenting energy
an unholy will, of ominious intentions, within
for now it remains chained by the will of heaven
but he has the key to the prison of the beast

he wishes not to unleash that which remains hidden.