The Slayers of Sorrow

 The Wind bellows & the Sun burns,

The moon is mellow & the sea churns;

If I lose myself in this inky night,

Will you lend me your nocturnal might?

The tomorrows of today, melt into the todays of tomorrow,

Join in my crusade, against the hordes of Sorrow!

Let us strike and make this Ancient God bleed,

Unleash our collective bloodlust, and in a frenzy, feed!

Do I trust or fear?

 These ideals are like thin drapes over my rage: So sheer;

Rally our feral sentiments,

Overcome Sorrow's cruel Detriments;

To drench the Sun in Sorrow's blood & render the moon sanguine,

We finally taste victory long into our path so serpentine;

Sorrow heaves and breathes their last,

As Death claims them, ravenously fast.

In the aftermath, we stand: The Slayers of Sorrow,

Drenched in liquid melancholy, oblivious to the story of tomorrow;

As I stand, taking in our euphoric faces,

I realise our recently crimsoned cosmos is full of empty & vacant spaces;

The deafening silence of Sorrow's absence,

Lacerates through an eternal sequence;

I, in utter shock, comprehend the consequence,

How will our psyches heal without Sorrow's abundance?

I gaze on, as a world free of sadness awakens,

Joy rages, across infinite & unencumbered ecstasies, partaken!

Nature collapses as without sadness nothing heals,

Pain overcomes & delirious Joy is what everyone feels;

We witness as sanity ends,

Into utter chaos, the world descends;

Everything ends, as Apocalypse rends the world scorched by Joy,

We look on, victims of Nature's cruel ploy;

One by one we succumb to infinite ecstasy, driven mad,

Till I am left last, having lost everything I had;

The loneliness pierces my heart like an arrow,

I bring balance back to Nature, as I...

Become the Successor of Sorrow.