Awoken by the bloodstone gates

pale in horror, veiled in coal
ruptured like veins in the deep of my soul
scraping through layers of decaying doves
illuminated only by the moonlight...

flesh embodied, by one golden force
upon this dark journey, seeking the source
crippled by silence in a dissident state...
I awoke by the bloodstone gate

voices I heard in the fortress of thorns
like wailings of ghosts, a scathing of scorns
withering into the night I shall wait...
I awoke by the bloodstone gate....