Azrael's Whispers

Truth of Hell...

It wasn't his fault,
He was just different.
Wanting nothing more than to be recognized.
Being placed on a pedestal that was to big,
Too high,
He was bound to be noticed.

If the stars wanted him,
He had to give In.
See them fall,
He was in the lead.
He too was lonly,
But that was his wish.

Despised by the brethren,
Abandoned by the father...
Alone at the centre,
It was getting harder.
Still he stayed,
Alone in pain.

Now he was removed by force,
Laughed at,
Scorned.
A vow he made,
Of vengeance,
On his brethren,
By whom,
He was betrayed.

They felt the same,
But were too afraid to say.
He who should be worshipped,
Loved and adored.
Now lay on the ground,
A star,
No more.

Hear the silence...
Hear the loud weeping.
But still not enough!
More is needed!

So now he goes to war,
He who once was,
The Sun's favourite son.

A sword of night,
A heart of black.
A robe of blood,
And a soul of chaos.
He ascends to the sky,
A demon,
In daylight.

Who are You?
He who is not to be seen.
A fugitive,
A mark you bear...
Father of Cain,
Beloved of despair.
Killer of the brethren,
So he's been named.

Swooping down with a roar,
But stripped of rank and fang,
He is both in no more.
He sits on a throne of black,
With eyes of darkest night.
In his claws is death,
Where once, was life.

He is shackled,
He is chained.
Tormented by thoughts,
Of What,
Could have been.

Deprived of love,
Stripped of life,
He sits in the lightness light,
And still he laughs.

The years will roll...
The eons pass,
But the first son of light,
Who Now,
Is darkness personified,
Will have his blood.
Will draw It,
For his vow...
It is His sacrifice.

Once was skin,
Now is scales.
Once was laughter,
Now is pain.
Once was above,
Now beneath.
He who was love,
Now is hate.

In the place of his place,
Now sits another.
But his dark smile,
Still sees his brothers.
The chains will soon be loosed,
He will soon be free.
And once more,
He will ascend,
But this time,
To victory.

The dark is coming,
With chaos in his wings.
The wind of fate,
By him, will be skewered.
On a mountain of ashes,
Blood and death,
Sits the void,
Who was once a star.

He will cry on his father's grave,
Weep for a mother unknown.
Then with a vengeance,
Destroy all of those,
Who in the moment needed most,
Left him alone.

His hordes of evil are coming.
Their voices are many.
He is winning.

But that's what he is thinking.
He has already seen his end.
Knows his fate.
But still,
He will not stop to wait.
For time has been his bane.

Transcending time is his goal.
His eternal aim.
But alas,
In the end,
The father will rise again.
And further he sinks,
To His eternal shame.

He finds himself alone,
Again.
But the darkness is his friend.
Despair,
His mistress.
Accept defeat,
He will not.
But he knows,
That this war,
He has lost.