Hallowed King

Out of misery—and for what? What am I to do without my eyes of fog? I am but a ghastly figure, trapped within my reality. Pain once made me boundless and free, Yet through the starry night, I feel love and dwell in it. For luck’s sake, I am now chained to grace! I must not, nor will I, lose myself to my heart’s content. Though my hatred and sorrow have been quenched, The fear around me remains. You have felt it, as have I. See to it that this memory is not lost To the rhythm of this cursed soul.