Stygian Bough, Volume II
Blank pages When opened the fallacy Bleeding you home Drank rage as The potion of valiantry Bleeding the tome Cast mages Over the gravity well Coming home Planck ages Recover the aeonic Writ of the tame Past ageless Twisting ether Reigning grail Wist of neither Here or there To assail Sinking either Claiming fail Twisting fever Clear and fair To unveil
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
When the last will fall in the war of no love Then the wild will finally feast As the sea and land and the sky held above Will return to bird and beast Through temporal cracks we atone for spilled blood In these pages rapt decrees When the last is slain Hold the candle to flame From dominion let them bleed We are freed When you feign the damned have a hold on this place The more you make it so Let their namеs caollpase with no vanishing trace Let thеm hold no more their own Send the chained commands to the avarice waste Let the molten claim their flow How they know Cold awaking ire That would feed on prayer Is now laid bare And thrown upon the pyre Where the flames of war Will feed no more Will the shore collapse in dreams At the fraying of our screams Where the call to sleep is cold Where you lay alone Where you pray to stone
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
In this pale where no more you creep in shadows You'll hold the kill for the flame will not atone Listen clear now his words command no gallows But colder still they seem to be your own You'll stay here or rise Or hold sheer heaven in the valley of lies You'll stray clear of disguise When cold and deadened in the alley it hides This blade held high For red sky In the morning blaze Here flames release a lie and dеfy That nothing could be saved So reforgе a hated cry and deny The seeds you plant in rage This blade held below The veil so A saint without a prayer Will abandon tales of woe To let go Of a king's despair For the cold is all he'll know For reap sewn Impaled wthin his lair You'll slay fear and deface The told and leadened Tales of savagery crawling from grace The pages held near Quicken pace Then fold embedding Your fraying majesty's skytorn embrace
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026