Had we but truth in this world,


    we might yet see how


    the countless tears of the fallen


    were writ as a


    language plain


    To tell of all the worlds


    we have seen in vain,


    fragments of a wayward grace,


    But in time, a veil shall be lifted from our eyes


    Here I drink


    the tears of hope


    Thinking of the splendour


    of dreams shattered and lost.


    Beneath this phantom star''s dying light


    The world lay shrouded in a deathly glow;


    I watched,


    until the pale and flickering sun,


    In torment, flamed high,


    then darkness-slain,


    went out upon the gloom.


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    that fading pall of illusions,


    drifted down like a fog


    The old lords are lost,


    withered and broken


    shadows of a glorious past;


    I shall strike them down


    and lay waste to their empires.


    The banner of the eclipse


    is lifted, a march across the


    shadow-less, pitiless sky


    by those deemed Fair.


    The world may falter


    in the unceasing gloom


    that shrouds the deathless truth,


    As immortal blood spills


    like rain from the sky.


    And upon a heaven


    strewn with skulls and


    the bodies of broken gods,


    I shall establish


    the foundation of my


    Dream:


    a kingdom of stars


    and their virtues


    of sorcery and knowledge,


    of the endless, silent night.


    And to a throne of mist and clouds,


    I shall ascend


    a stellar-manifested truth


    sublime,


    divinity immutable as all of time,


    A dream to encompass


    Infinity.