Nihilist

She stands

We surround

The ash has melted in the soil

The helicopters have brought her here

Landing her in the home of the legion

The heart of the onyx forest

Where the stars rest free

The blemished wood

Of a forsaken home

As the foundation

The dark of the mind

The soul of the earth

The wind of the seasons

The organ of the divine

The neon flower

Has sliced through the soil

The images of the child

Replaced by her presence

The pentagram renewed

The symbol gleaming a new moon

Into the shadows of the blue

Where my children lurk in silence

The ritual is almost here

The royal luminescence

Of a black gemstone

Gathered from the outskirts

Of a divine kingdom

Unraveled from cloth

As it smites reality

The color of its reflection

Drained in its gloss

The echoes, the cries

The child, the center

The calamity, my throne

Let the hunt begin