ByAST Eyes Sepulchral Covenant In the cataclysm of my nights, where phantoms gnash with eldritch might, I wander through the labyrinthine flame, each corridor whispering your name. Chiaroscuro realms of dread, where angels falter, demons tread, become a crucible of art through me— yet only because your love decreed. You are the marrow of my will, the sepulchral heart that beats still. Soft as the velvet of midnight rain,