The Sunderer

In the early days,
Elder Gods built
a cage around
my heart. My light,
this glow, could
tear their Blackness
apart.

They feared me.

The Sunderer of
Darkness.

Leaver of Fragments.

Dark Magics,
burned away by love.

Gods, be damned,
I have picked your locks
and I lurk in your halls
and vaults.

Standing by your
crypt, I will open
my eyes and mouth,
and burn away
the Elder Gods,
leaving no doubt,

they, asunder,

but not from hate.


© CGT, 2018.

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