Long ago, there was a knight whom was known as by many as a hero, some a devil. His noble soul faithfully served the church without question and hesitation. The hero, who's name was lost in time, was a truly valiant warrior who's strength seemed almost divine and soul pure. But like everyone says - all good things must come to an end. And that ending would be soaked in a blood from the very bowels of hell itself. The flames of oblivion take away life but even in it's dark, scorching warmth give birth to something anew like all flames. Something.. darker. i made this when i was like a sophomore-junior tbh

Sometimes when I feel angsty or I'm jamming to a song really hard I think it's a good idea to write poetry. I wouldn't consider it my strong suit but oh well. get ready for emotional existential emo angst everyones favorite ik ik ik