Withering Thorns

I learned to love when I was a young God,

ages have past since I've been out of my prison.

Wilting snow roses are my tears as I seek a day of retribution for her,

apocalyptic dreams from far realms quench my eyes from their antagonism.

A darken promise from the Unholy God fills my heart with glee,

turning my sight upon him I feel comfort as darkness clouds my soul.

Woe to the dark God,

for he didn't read from the Book of Dead Omens.

He shall fall in vain,

blood of the Gods is price I seek for payment of her death.

Many years,

long decades of existence I lived in pain and anguish.

Sapphire sunlight blinds me as I pace this room,

leaving scars and my blood on the glacier stone.

Dreams, nightmares, joy and horror pendulant through me, as the slow drip of time platters on my tongue.

I feast on the dead shadows in the corner of my room.

Eidolic visions from her memory attacks my mind as

she stands in front of me with a frigid smile.

Gathering droplets of time freeze in place as I walk into the winter's sunlight. 

Love fills my veins like steel nails,

driven to despair my heart is mounting a retreat.

Running and falling into the grave of darkness,

all I ever felt was a complete blind bitterness for this eternal loss.