This Dying Fire

I mourn your agony,

I pray for your sentience, for

I can see the black your brokenness

Bleeds,

I can hear the screams your soul

Never utters;

I have felt the suffering of the

Hollow,

I have stood where you lay dying.

How can you collapse within

When I am fighting your war?

your vacant quietus will never

Be lamented if you fall here.

Your cowardice feeds the death

within your heart,

Yet you plead for salvation;

I do not understand why I continue

To stand in your place.

Now is the time for your

Final stand, 

Now is the day of your

Supremacy;

Now is your chance for 

Redemption,

Now is the moment for you to

Consume this blade, to

Embrace this flame.

I have drawn this line in the ash,

Now where shall you stand?