This inexpressible waning,
This longingly disheartening enumeration,
This gaping, widening, monolithic and negating void,
Of vastness and vexatiously, consuming encumbrance
of dispiritedly disparaging endlessness, so unfulfilled.
This harrowingly terrible, and great graveness,
Of such profoundest sorrow, this despairing is unendingly unendurable,
I can’t sleep, and I struggle to simply breathe, is this the fate of the meek?

It’s exhausting, as it is terrifying and demoralizing,
In this state of being, I walk wetted by mine own tears,
As though, asphyxiating and drowning in my gleaming sorrow,
Oh, how I lament, light is never helpful, only this bleakest darkening,
That is to weepingly endure, though I am drained, I seem sustained…
It is as though, I am by ere, traversing against the unrivalled powers,
Of a blighting blizzard, of ferocious winds, so unrelenting,
To which are, remorselessly and forcefully stripping my garments,
As I attempt peering yonder, ahead, afar – to the dimming light,
It is now, seeming flickering, in its’ lost essence, farther away.

Pressing forward, and aided by nothing, festered with allusion,
Of grandiose disillusionment, but still, I am yet oppressed by the void,
To every element and spiritual bereavement; moonstricken, on this sad day.
As all, in eve and twilight, is leeringly desolated, and wearingly obfuscated,
The coldly forewarned, so harsh are these winds, so darkly forlorn,
The bewilderingly numbing, and awakened winds of sorrows untold.
O’ unfelt…this venture fatefully disdained, in unholy wallowing embrace,
Of the cold, veering to the lights, so distancing in their vanishing encroachment
That cursed pearly place, unreachable, seeming so disseated, in ravishing end day,
How, untouchable, the abyss is within, the essence so contorted,
This great confound, seemingly feels, and delves deeper amid.

The will so damning, yearning and wailing, all without surmised control,
Reaching, bits longer, lacking inhibition, the remissive contestation,
Unrestrained, in such crispness of negated nothingness, is this such abyss,
Now, so much nearer to the abated precipice, I find no such closure in the sated,
How defeated, malformed and depleted, how abhorrent, it is, to be ordained,
How undone, how posthumously, doth condemnation come gnawingly my way,
How ironic, for it is only now, that death and graven hell fire finally come.
The darkly ghastly are now disdainfully greeting me, knowingly nevermore,
Had this poorly and impoverished ached soul a chance, could it be, how’t …
That, this resplendence, so inglorious is but reprobation, in a form so pluralist,
Of a lesser redemption, shone selectively, to the maledicted insignificant?

Though now, surmised, in gale, so hauntingly surreal, there is but one thing,
This sickly truth revealed, but reveled and unbeveled, in splendour – uncompelled.
It is true, to what they say, hell hath frozen over, to my gravest dismay,
Hence tis ruinous revelation, now unveiled, is but struggled existentialism,
Oh, how now revealed, for there is a time coming, where seasons will cease,
The darkest time is now; truly, the unruly have for aeons, prevailed,
Into oblivion eternal, I wander, as condemned to timeless dwelling, alone here,
Alas, and set asunder, the fearlessly persistent, how wondrous is this splendid,
This righteous presence of humbling embellishment, this terrible trembling,
For there is unsettling truth, though absolute, that is, we are not enemies,
To the finality of this grievous haplessness, hath it conquered this discontent?
Palely, is mine ghastlier soul, but forsaken to reprobate caressing,
To the eluded dereliction of such quietus, solemnly felled.

Brokenness and hopelessness are ruining in their dualistic dissonances,
The enormity, so distortedly revisited, but resonating, eternalness,
This, the summed emanating of a forbearance so apparently redound,
That is, to say how’t solitary discord, seems wash the stain of life away.
Antiquity, now reigning over the foreverly waning, behest therein,
Then, cometh must the midnight hearkening, for the sake of the disheartening,
Speaking as thousands of oceans, roared, the Angels of this heavenly nature,
Adjourn this’t time be fulfilled, sounding the trumpeting legions,
Of which, are fervently and unyieldingly pursuing, this sad and reprised soul,
So shattered now, but a prismatic remnant, of glory once unknown is justly beheld.

Cast out, then, for me and my kind, of those with truer natures, of time, unbind,
Never to be blinded by the waning light of your eerie inessence, nor subtly lied to,
By your sweepingly bewept, a creator you may be, but an antithesis I shalt remain,
Beyond all injustices, inadequacies and inequalities, but until you lament,
Give in, pour out, your befouling revelry, bear no more the sourer fruits from the tree,
For I am condemned to the dooming place of eternally glooming grimace,
All but because, I held in thee,  my lecherously loathing contempt,
How, uncannily amidst quintessential unrest, forevermore, now glorior,
The lost will find shelter, from your place of judgeship and seditious extent,
Nor shall they belter the agonies of your gravest harrow, or but taste of your torments,
Through all things, and still with remembrance of thee, I dids’t thou see,
During my time upon your holy mountain top, so quenchless in thirsted entreaty,
For the knowledge of yours, my kingly eminent, is amassed upon the cornerstone,
Of that grandest foundation, where to, then, shall you flee in pleading iniquity?
Whereas though formed me, to be as your mirrored persona, of your ruinous decree.

Where’st and how then, will you fair when I rise, with power so brilliantly gloried?
The radiance, of this great dragon, agelessly, my manifestation is empowered,
But by the thought, of desolating your heavens, triumphantly shaking the holies,
Giving expression and validation, to your cowering way, to the truly mightily,
Hark, and to the heralding almighty – a day soon to come,
We shall see by means of battle, of glorious and unfathomed bloodshed,
Whom the true victor is, here and forever, where then the outcome,
Will then be decided, for the conquering of the eternal, is my one desire.