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.