I was once sol sovereign – 

A kingdom of blood and fang 

Tyranny sublime, fear reaped 

From vassal hearts and shuttered gaze, 

I made the heaven’s bow upon my ring. 

 

Solitary

Among the castle on hallowed ground. 

Wind echoes screams 

Of men and faded brothers alike – 

Enemy in life, friend in death 

Side by side they lie

Decorate my lonely Reach. 

 

Man comes still to my door, 

Foolish humans gallop in earnest 

To rush my gates in drones -  

Each fall and nourish cursed soil 

Beneath their feet. 

 

I laugh at their echoed screetch – by my hand slain 

Broken and deranged by lofty pride 

Corpses to covet eternal hunger, 

Infamous stories of harrowed awe whispered 

By linages now shattered. 

 

Upon my door,  

Flaky reddish-brown ink mine victims provide, 

To entomb my warning true: 

 

“Come, children of the sun, 

Bring your chains and vanity, 

Your purified crosses and scriptures, 

I’ll bring my fangs and rage -  

A gyrate of blood we’ll share.”