Dark Cassini spreads her black wings of sleep.
Soaring upwards to the nocturnal comets.
Her eyes burning with ember red flames.
The celestials shall bring eternal perdition.
The weeping angels of doom and silence.
Gathering at the summits of Chaotika.
The pacifists may be cast aways of night.
But they shine brighter than any sun.
In the dense midnight mourn of introspecion.
The ice cities of unformed worlds collide.
Where the dead fear to tread on razors.
A million and one reasons to kill.
Those that hate our silent unknown breath.
By Sir Markus Furiae.
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