I have bestowed pains in lucid and timeless graveyard harbours by my own sea. 
One stone was cast in it’s glass waves... 
Disharmony, infection. 
I sighed a storm that drowned them. 
Bare a foot upon my shore illumination. 
Tombstones... 
In the calm of the water. 
Shine of unholy options, mirrored by wintermoon. 
Choose and 
I may not... 
Bare a hand upon my shore illumination. 
Darkness. 
Life is not the answer. 
The hands are rotten. 
Fool’s reflection, vanish now. 
I am still the disintegrator. 
Lucid ultimate pain, dissolver. 
In the years of brightness until my hateful victory the garden grew... 
Withered thoughts and vivid words. 
Vanish now. 
I have cast the firemist for those in truth shan’t bare the illness. 
We are of 
His flame. ... 
The Revelation.