I can hear the cracks of the fire
Soft candles flickering within a ligneous home
The fallen shed behind me
As the corpses of a hundred foxes
Watch me follow the deceiving aroma
Of malevolent glims
The snaps of branches below my feet
Sending souls of undone ends
Spiraling to restore stars
Crossing the line taped under shards
Passing the nails beat into windows
The light of morality boarded out
Walking where the walls grow wider
Every step a scream
The fate of the world
Dividing under my soles
Paint of crimson
Marked in patterns
Across the room
Knitted into the wood
Polishing into the stone
Pictures of a female child
Layered over one another
A blanket of memories
Laid under heated winds
Colors drained by the revenant
Spreading a message to tilt the weight
Of the celestial scale
I will force the meteors
back into the skies
The void bent at my will
The stars swarming as fireflies
Orbiting my static throne
The constellations knelt
In thrall to my anthems
My blood, the ink
Painting a dreary aurora
To blind the divine
The cosmos, my forest
Beyond nihility
My crown