The Sin Eater

Dine on chilled of sin

With murderous fuel of tears

I have supped the damned

Drunk upon their rage

Draughts of  final vengeance mine

Vile and sweet it's course

Ever famished lord

On these barbecues I roast

Ashen rests the meat

Given just desserts

Each one ravenous consumed

Lost on blades of time

Check forever paid

A digestion is no jest

Heartless burns that pool

Now too late we know

Understanding of this bite

Hate was all but waste

-Hermit King-