The Silver Fleet

On sails of silver and of the purest white The great arks of heaven descend from the light The last fleet to sail into the forever night. However the seas were rough amidst a damnable weather That sought to corrupt and so crept hither. The Heart of the Sun was fractured and broken Now guarded in silver chests that if opened would awaken A luminous sensation wrought by the very colours of creation Of which is sought, by slaves of misery and damnation. By dark clouds that bled darker And macabre mists of ethereal laughter Tenaciously are the chests sought after. The fleet was split, and by waning light were they lit Sailing across waters of blood and spit, Illuminated only by the light of dead stars were they lit. The obsidian Legions descend from the oceans of the sky Born of Legions of Light twisted in the devils lie Who now cannot fathom to deny Their new master who dwells amidst the oceans of the sky. The son of the Sun, who claims to have won, in that which cannot be undone Who broke his fathers heart, whose devilish deeds are now forever sung By those whom art undead, without breathe nor lung Who sing of blasphemies that maketh undone. The war brews, it continues in a darkness of a thousand hues