Darker than Black

 Then the Darkness consumes you, in the Shadow of Despair; 

darker than black, deeper than blue ribbons; on denials doorway -- 

then people cull your name and white dwarf your chosen virtues. 

I will be there for You, Your Shafdow and Living Light so Loving-Kind! 

Then the Days outnumbered, settle down in the silent retreat; 

no more encores and worthy plays to stage the Coup the Grace!! 

Having redeemed yourself from a quiet mundane for the sake of Booty; 

In the Questing Beastly Juggernaut roaring your huzzah of "I am still alive!" 

Vindictive but Vindicated; Obstructive but obfuscated -- dauntless and relenting 

of outrageous titles folly. Be your own Courage, to stand up and fight, while broken. 

You are your own Sword and Shield, what Gods Angels raise at the Hour of Need. 

Godspeed, faithful heart, quench your tears and thy first in the blood of thine enemies... 

Bask in the gores and guts, as you silence your mind. There is no Home left behind but the One 

ahead you shall erect and conjure!! Be Vigilant Faithful Angelic Ward and exalt your deeds!! 

Be the Dread in your oppositions ranks; scatter and rule their Nightmares, until they depart; 

stand on their chest, until they loose sight and throw out their own Babes and Birthwaters... 

The Fisrt Apocalyptic Rider, called Conquest, is upon thee: "Let there be War!" 

Let us open the pathways and gorge ourselves with the corpses of Horse and Paladin; 

Soldier and Fair Maiden. It is time for War, Baptise the Battlefields with Holy Fire; 

To make the high and mighty, low again, to make the Honorable like morning grass wither. 

All the necromancers and conjurers of Bad luck. "Let there be War!" Conquest is upon thee!! 

All the True colours touching the Arc of the Covenant, as though their hands are betters than dirt; 

Bring Doeg back, because Usha is haughty again and must be sundered like Dagon in  his house; 

His Right Arm and His Head on a pike, "Let there be War!" to quell all bickering in merry silence... 

The just shall wash their clothes in Righteousness, and the Wicked shall do more iniquity; 

just like at the days of Egypt, let the locust feast and let the Ravens roam to show the way. 

As the lone wolves hunt, many shall become their own King and Queen, bathed in Red; 

"Let there be War!" For Conquest is upon thee!" as the ivory masks and towers asunder!!