And So It Rained Black
Cold, this pale wind lashes at my face marking the skin
With the weathering of ages come before and long past
Pervading my bones, with ill whims, silently I press my vigil on
The setting sun bleeding the light from the skies, overshadowing me
The land awash in black and a doomed wanderer lost to the dark.

My feet grow tired from what seems like eternity
Forward I must go on to the fate that awaits at the holy grounds
Where the gods and I will meet, and truth be told as I will hear no lies
The creators must answer for their failures and my cursed life.
Will they stand accountable?

At the summit of the greatest mountain peaks a valley fills with the fires of heavens rage
A storm awakes, catches the violent season and sets the wind against my path.

No forgiveness for the wicked! Redemption is not reserved for you!

And so it rained black
An ocean formed around me
Carried my body to the waiting arms of deaths embrace
The only moment of release before the black swallows my impious soul
The fires of Hades rack through my spirit, consuming it whole.