Scrawlings

Bane of Death

Woe to all who cross my sacred threshold, no longer shall my mercy hold!
Here lies my most hallowed ground, if you trespass so shall your ends resound!
The deepest extents of my grand Spire, where at last the foundations of the cosmos I have tired!
Beneath lies Darkness eternal, and a truth I seek is found and final!
Death will come to all, but not to those who forsake her calls!
Entombed beneath her realm unbidden, her creator left something hidden!

Sightless

Darkness
Or less than it?
I still hear, I still feel
smell and taste too, sight eludes
Blinded!