Tenebris Fabrum (Forger of Darkness)

With ireful strikes of hammer

And heated,well-wrought words

I forged Her porcelain visage,

Uncaging firebirds.

I cast my core on embers,

Crafting dusks with ease,

Melting murk and hoping

The Mistress will be pleased

I stabbed the moon and stole it,

Watching bright stars drown.

I shaped it and proclaimed it

Prime jewel on Her crown.

I froze the sun and slaughtered

Its warm,radiant scions

They screamed in fear and withered

Under steel and violence.

I trampled elder mountains,

Depleted them of gold,

I turned oceans to fountains

For Her eyes to behold.

On mine onyx anvil,

Broke firmament to pieces,

It faintly begged for mercy,

Anon its music ceases...

Yet fiendish,fickle Mistress

Loiters on lank throne.

She skims a magnum opus

Devoid of light and dawn.