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I fall beneath your cloak of darkness

Into the void of nightmares as yet undreamed.

I paint my skin in the colors of your madness

And dance to the sounds of your screams.

Your dagger gleams like a dragontooth

On its pedestal of bone and blood.

I feel the blade carve words of old in my flesh

And I recite them never knowing to whom I call.

The zombies come to dance around me, chanting,

Chanting in moans and a cacophony of decay.

Silence descends as you part the Sea of Death

And confront me with eyes of the Ancient.

You grasp my wrist and show all the gashes,

Gashes I never made where blood not mine did flow.

A wail is pulled from the throats of our Dead Horde,

And I see now why they came, to them belongs my call.

Friends and loved ones, teachers and models, all stained flesh,

Stand around me as rot while I stand in your hold.

I see the color of your eyes now, treebark brown,

My eyes, they stare back at me from a demon's form.

I tear my wrist away and fall on my knees to pray,

Pray for a mercy I do not deserve and forgiveness,

Forgiveness and love I can never repay.

A figure of light stands before me with a hand outstretched,

Reaching to save me from a fate I created of my sin.

I place my bloody hand in His and am taken to a lake,

A lake of beauty and sapphire blue water.

I confess my beliefs and repent of my wrongs

He submerges me in the water and raises me up.

Now a figure of white, cleansed of all darkness,

I fall beside the still water and praise Him in psalms.