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Embasked in the rays of a cold, lifeless sun

To enwreath mine stirring in knowledge; forlorn

A sign to remember- A ghastly winter's gale

That echos hither, back to the gate of horn

Enraptured by melancholy, horror and disgust

Yet, mindful- My choice alone to tread this broken path

For the Devil's fateful tale tells not of his humanity

But a willing headlong plunge between the throes of logic and insanity

The bows of an ageless tree hang across the void

Of utter nothingness, all potential destroyed

Fashioning a hangman's noose, eternities long

Hanging by the ankle with the chain of dreadful Choronzon

This noxious revelation

Through Melas Oneiroi

The shadow's exhumation

On leather wings; deploy!

Another lone wind, yielding unto integration

Of the black beast within and this mired mundane mask

Drowning in the mind's magma of transfiguration

So violently hued as the wild flames at dusk

In fertile ground; sewn- the seed of corruption

And deep chthonic pressure threatening tenebrous eruption

Ascending up the chain for my dark will hath been done

Climbing back t'ward the tree from whence it's root has run

Though seemingly revolting

Yet in a rush of joy

This shadow still occulting

Becoming Melas Oneiroi!