Immaculate

Welcome to the word of the gods
The birth of the lost
A world where the infinite
And the infinitesimal
Dance together
Under a half-fool's moon
Where guided hands wield their blades
And lidless eyes gaze
Welcome to the immortal plane
To the distorted vein
A world where the impractical
And the paradoxical play
Within the aether
Of pooled thoughts
Where impossibilities are wrought
In iron fists scored from battle 

These nights are twisted into days
Where the strong run until their wake
Where blood and lust stain
Where trust is strained and reaffirmed
In the shadow of the gallows
Where repression progresses to aggression
I can taste the potential on your lips
I welcome this little death
For all it gives, for letting me live
In a moment stretched across a vortex

Welcome to the depths of the flame
The breadth of my claim
A world where chaos
And order
Wage their wars
Against their impending fates
Where lighted torches guide the way
And hunger breaks the silence
Welcome to the edge of the ocean
To the deadly potent
A world where the tides
And white sands
Give all they may take
Of a life unrestrained
Where asleep in your swells
A fire awaits.