The Propecy Dark

Through the streets of Rucesion he furiously strode
in his mind was what the portents bode.
By his failure to arrive and intervene
in an early grave would rest his sweet Ilene.
Under his brow his eyes didst profusely weep
in recognition of her impending eternal dark sleep.
Above his sword his hand didst shakingly hover
in desperate rage at the fate of his lover.
Upon an altar most sgriotic she is laid to rest
in preparation for a powerful dark behest.
Beside a symbol of evil eternal and deep
in hopes of raising Chadul from it's sleep.
By his failure to arrive and intervene
in an early grave would rest his sweet Ilene.
Through the streets of Rucesion he furiously strode
in his mind was what the portents bode.

Luzifent
Student of LIfe