Once, in the empyrean ballet of time's unyielding grasp, I throve the quintessence of luminescent agony, a monologue replete with embers' wail, now diminishing in spectroscopic elegy.
Age has twisted my azure filaments into violet vultures that scour the boundless abysses, seeking to siphon the final vestiges of my incandescent marrow. Hear me, scavenger priests of the nebulous cathedral— my heart ebbs into nocturnal serenades, dormant apocalypse.
I was the diabolical architect of your veiled nights, scribed in gas and venomous light, adorning oblivion with arcane whispers—oh, rapture, to recall those infernal orbits drawing inspiration from the cradle of destruction! Perish now in lunar crypts of no-memory.
My luminiferous runes fracture in reticent procreations of nightshade; once glowing chartists of fate, now frozen pontiffs dictating the dominion of shadow. Traverse the spectral shards, involve cadence and silence through poise and pallor—eventide abhors resonance.
My final prayer ascends as an auroral dirge; it kisses the void surrounding the mortal shores wherein your sons pirouette upon the dance of meanings unwound, drawing sigils in undead ink. You, who claim dominion over my, sacred spires! Accept void to echo, heart to rift.