[Hiarhu]: 631.Unmade

On a sea of hope the sun has set and blackened all to an icy mirror of despair
My course is set, onward into the maelstrom my love!
It is for the grace of our pasts that we must sacrifice ourselves unto the pyre
Even in the heart of the mightiest of battles, death comes with but a whisper

For all the talk of fire and ice, is it not simpler to call them all by their given name?
Love is life and death, love is meaning, love is a blessed curse
With blood my soul was sold, with blood it shall be collected
You have cast off your chains of humility
Burned your cloak of decency
Cast your soul into the blackened hands of the damned

As you stand before me now
Bare and empty,
Without thought or emotion
Only failed actions

I am destiny unmade