The Keeper of the Infernal City
The buildings burn to the ground.
In the ashes the next are kindled.
Charcoal scaffolds, painted ivory black.
Without this there is no crucible.
Time is marked by the Helstar’s rays,
not by some petty accounting of days.
I stoked the city blaze high.
My heart blood is the fuel.
The falling towers of Abysm,
where I learned that if you have not conquered pain,
you live in fear and can never, no never, be free.