The eremite of august, befallen on steps of obsidian. Skies of bronze, clouds of fire.
Our mind, vanish forever. You? No. He who battles, surrounded yet alone.
No man, no creature. Three hearts, yet none. Consumer of flesh.
You?
Never. It? Molten, out of ashes of the one, never rests. Tears of the soul, harbouring the unborn. Now?
No. It?
You. The three, three of the many but few.
A morning sky, dawn of the new. The chant of time, descending. You? Never.
Binary stars of azure, mantle of shining brilliance. He. No. Tranquil of death, to cease.
Now. The vectors of destruction arrived.
You? No.
Weep not.
