The Blood Opens Gateways

Into the shadows
of the fallen ones
led by the virtue
to form a thousand suns

The slaughter was unseen
for eyes not yet groomed to such a display
red was the colour of their grief
death was the mother of them all

Divine space confined
lords of the ring expelled
born as the fire blazed
feared as the carnage raged

Walking further
growing weaker
untold murder
hidden deeper

The blood opens gateways
to shrines of earthly gods
feasting on the crimson
of souls inherent lost