May 15, 2015

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-