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,
strong as obsidian forged in pain.
You transmute my rancor into grace,
my fury dissolves in your embrace.
No venom I cast, no malice I keep,
for your covenant guards me if shadows creep.
Through devastation’s iron choir,
I rise, a phoenix from the pyre.
The Axis mundi of my mind
Balancing a twisted find
Removing the eternal pain
Allowing me to feel sane
Hell itself becomes my loom,
I weave compassion from its gloom.
Find the rest in the sepulchral course!