Exile

Heavens exile has sent me fourth, banished! Cast out from admits the stars to wander the gravel beds of the earth in black. He whom seared my saffron wings had crossed me from sainthood to a mortal breathing sinner. As darkness breathes out, telling the twelve hour to midnight.

There I found myself alone in the desolate shadows, as venomous storms of wind, and thunder turned this earth to ash; where blood shed out of lakes of fire from the watery eyes of the moons eclipse. I have never seen more evil than the pain’s and torments that hell can hold in this cursed land.

The very sight of it can only more exhibit the paintings of my Fears that brush my face. I would soon rather see what dreams await me in the cold bed of death then look upon the savage glamour of this decayed rural prison. but since time has pause with no clock to bring count to my existence;

with immortality as my former I shall count the days and sullied nights till my untimely demise. I take those faults and crimes upon that brought me to this middle realm of judicious punishment, when I once lost my good path and those righteous angels were my

judge.

But as I seek my travels I greet a dark castle standing, among the valley baring a maze of towing greens that shaped my heart with fear. There a statue structured in fleshy bone and blood, was built upon the graves of brave men who once dared to pass through natures wandering evil.

I look upon this statue of darkness for which decades it has stood, guarding a bloody stone path leading to a summit of a cliff as high as heaven, presenting a ridge, unsteady of wood and rope. With reason unexplained it set my travels forth with harm undone upon this perilous night.

And last in breath my soul turns to deaths grim face to stare-down his deep black eyes to push forward that bridge which none had ever crossed alive nor returned, and there I faced my fear no more the heart, and calm in breath.

I bare that crossing and much behold my life’s account over a devouring abyss, and escaped that bridges fatal wounds and made my way to the other side. There I approached a forest green, dark, haunting, with silence over long.