The Sepulcher's Bloom

From the celestial arcs of my enigmatic visions,
Where myriad realms unfurl in prismatic divisions,
Ruthless architects of fate—malevolent, manifold, and dire,
Repose in shadowed splendor, their dominion steeped in fire.
They shatter and plunder, relentless in their stride,
Inflicting wounds profound, a symphony of dread implied.
Torment unfurls its banner, trembling echoes resound,
Calamity and anguish in a tapestry unbound.
They shatter and plunder, relentless in their stride,
Inflicting wounds profound, a symphony of dread implied.
Torment unfurls its banner, trembling echoes resound,
Calamity and anguish in a tapestry unbound.
Your gaze betrays the dread, a mirror to your soul’s deceit,
Each falsehood chars eternal in the inferno’s pulsing heat.
Gleaming beacons carve the void, obsidian chariots glide,
Another form surrenders, in decay’s embrace to bide.
From the sepulcher I rise, a crimson bloom to lay,
A token of the abyss, where secrets rot in clay.
Who fathoms the venom coursing through veiled gates?
Where frigid husks entwine in hollow, earthen fates.
Malice spirals forth, a tempest carved in gloom,
Foes ensnared in torment, consigned to endless doom.