Poetry & Soundtrackthe verses, and the score they became

Book I · Rebellion and Exile — Lucifer speaks before the book does, and the verse runs both ways: read the stanzas from the bottom up and it still holds — the same mirror the book keeps between its past and its present. Everything the first movement spends two hundred pages proving is already folded into the last two lines.

When would it end, this age of chaos?
Its rattle as hollow, as deathly, as fate.
A Son of Night and Chaos, I was—
Cast into pain by the hands of hate.

Did I fall by selling my world to the Beast?
Or bleeding yours with a traitor’s trust?
Sempiternal was my fall,
And I rose again from ash and dust.

The blade was cold—a tide of red.
Its kiss a sea where angels bled.
What you robbed when I still drew breath,
I shall reclaim with your final death.

Grinding your name, I found my core,
Adrift in this soul-less, crimson shore.
What you lost in the salt of my tears,
I will earn in your blood and fear.

Undead, I walked—a storm unmade.
A lust for pain became my creed.
In this orgasm of vengeance,
From death... I shall be freed.

A Son of Night and Chaos, I was—
The Son of Night and Chaos.

Book II · Faith and Consequence — Uriel's book, and the verse never says his name. It counts his family instead — the brother, the sister, the brethren led like lambs.

The slave of Night and Chaos,
A spoke in the wheel of time.
Scourge of Heaven, a prince cast down,
Crowned in ash, condemned by design.

Brother of his father—the silent betrayer,
Bound by guilt to a sibling’s fall.
Sister of his father—the ancient deceiver,
Frailty her mask, and ruin her call.

His brethren scattered, gray and lost,
Led like lambs through woven lies.
Still a slave to Night and Chaos,
He burns beneath forsaken skies.

Salvation of his tale tragic,
The last firstborn of magic.
A power chained, but now unleashed,
A whore astride a ravening beast.

Frailty against frailty—the closing design,
The gamble of God, the illusion of time.
The crown of his ruin, the curse he defies—
The Son of Light, surrounded by Lies.

Book III · Sacrifice and Redemption — The only verse in the cycle that names its own number, and it waits until the last line to do it.

The Son of Night and Chaos,
Father of Disruption’s creed,
Emerges as the wooer of anguish,
The Farmer who sows with seed of need.

He marches to the worlds above and beyond,
To burn the day, to unmake the law,
To end the bond that once held still,
And reap what none have seen before.

In his wake, destruction blooms,
The surface teems with rot and dread,
The crawling hosts turn crimson mad,
By blasphemies their minds have fed.

The Creator’s mask at last is torn,
Revealing joy in cruelty’s play,
A sadist’s epiphany crowned in light,
While all the faithful waste away.

When life slips free from mortal clay,
A wisp of blue escapes the frame,
And Death steps forth to take its due,
To make all living bear his name.

All that exists is but a jest,
Promises of old in gold now fade,
History gasps its final breath,
Its corpse in silence laid.

The Farmer stands, his harvest done,
His name the world’s last whispered fix—
The number carved in every tongue,
Six. Six. Six.

Book IV · Purpose and Ruin — Two stanzas end on the same admission with one word changed — a man who dared to know too much, a man who once dared to care too much.

Enshrouded in the velvet shroud of night,
An assassin by birthright and design,
I carved order from the heart of chaos,
A shadow where no light could shine.

I stole the wings of the swift divine,
To claim my last and truest flight—
Yet your heavens cast down their spears,
And I could not forsake your fight.

Was that the mortal sin you named,
That earned your wrath’s relentless touch?
For I was only a man—
A man who dared to know too much.

Amid the endless riddles of Fate,
Had you shown a heart, unmasked and bare,
And reached your hand toward mine,
I would have borne your cross to bear.

But you scattered me in a thousand shards,
Gathered like refuse, carted without care—
As though I entered this world alone,
So too must I leave it there.

I rebuilt myself in stone and flame,
No pulse to feel, no warmth to clutch—
For I am only a man—
A man who once dared to care too much.

Book V · under its first title — The coda still carries this verse, and the title it was named for. The last stanza is where the line the whole site closes on comes from.

From first breath to the final cry,
The wheel turns, unbroken and blind.
One hand dares to reach the sky,
The lost are left undefined.

The day will come when the stars align,
And shadows kneel to the flame.
The world remade by design,
None shall remember its name.

When order rises from the dust,
It stands on the bones of kings.
A crown is forged in fire and trust,
Bound by the weight it brings.

At the march’s end, the light will break,
To judge the sword and the hand.
The dawn will take what night could not,
And claim the heart of the land.

In the silence that follows the fight,
The Harbinger stands alone.
For every dawn demands its price—
And that price becomes his throne.

Book V · the last page — Six couplets and a bequest — the last thing the saga says in verse.

Thus I depart, said the sad white lark,
Dark turns to light, light to dark.

Hush O’ albatross, hear the tide,
Pain my mistress, death my bride.

Gone my last breath, wrinkled my heart,
Three white carriages, one black cart.

Flushed from my home, a wondrous cove,
Bound to your darkness, by my love.

Stench of the dead, anger of the lost,
I part with a gift, valued most.

An age of light, of truth, of bliss,
Embrace my legacy, an age of peace.

Book II · Faith and Consequence — Uriel's book, and the verse never says his name. It counts his family instead — the brother, the sister, the brethren led like lambs.

The slave of Night and Chaos,
A spoke in the wheel of time.
Scourge of Heaven, a prince cast down,
Crowned in ash, condemned by design.

Brother of his father—the silent betrayer,
Bound by guilt to a sibling’s fall.
Sister of his father—the ancient deceiver,
Frailty her mask, and ruin her call.

His brethren scattered, gray and lost,
Led like lambs through woven lies.
Still a slave to Night and Chaos,
He burns beneath forsaken skies.

Salvation of his tale tragic,
The last firstborn of magic.
A power chained, but now unleashed,
A whore astride a ravening beast.

Frailty against frailty—the closing design,
The gamble of God, the illusion of time.
The crown of his ruin, the curse he defies—
The Son of Light, surrounded by Lies.

The sweet torment of love
The willful surrender to lust
Moaning, gasping, intense orgasms
On the precipice of consciousness, only just

The chilling tremble of lips
The sweaty warmth of the breast
Urging, begging, burning loins
Borderline insanity, recently bequest

The frightful tingle of touch
The hoarsely beating heart
Dominating, enslaving, empowering feelings
Hails after you, every single part

The cherished soreness of bodies
The elusive bonds of the soul
Toppling, turning, tumbling reality
Whispers my name, the siren’s call

Your love is like the air I breathe
A constant pulse that sets me free
Without you, my silence grows
A breathless void where longing flows

Your love is like a fuel for my soul
You stir my skies, make me whole
In your absence, the heavens weep
I can’t breathe, I cant sleep

I miss your warmth, your sweet embrace
The fire we shared, the frantic pace
You are the flame, my want, my need
In every breath, you plant your seed

I miss the heat, the lust, the taste
Your body close, no time to waste
Your skin, your kiss, ignites the flames
In every touch, we speak no names

Each sigh I take calls out your name
A heart on fire, a love untamed
I miss you – your mouth, your fire, your fight
You are my darkness, my day, my endless night

The pull of your lips, the fire within
You are my curse, my breath, my reason to sin
Your touch was raw, your body, a feast
Now I’m starving for more, like a caged beast

You left me hard, wanting, undone
A battle half-fought, a war never won
I crave the way you’d sink your nails
Your breath on my skin, your wicked trails

For you are my breath, my body’s need
The hunger I can’t fucking feed
The storm I begged for, the thirst unquenched
The ache in my core that leaves me drenched

Come here, you tease, you devil, you queen
Let me taste the fire, the in-between

Open your mouth like in prayer,
And I’ll give you something worth believing in.

That mouth was made for me, wasn’t it?
You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, on your knees like that.

Eyes up, don’t look away,
You’re such a gift, I hope you know that.

Use that pretty mouth like you mean it,
You take me so well.

It started like it always did,
With a body.

This one was in the river.
I could tell she had once been beautiful.

But this, a bullet and fast current
Had taken away from her.

All we are, all that we think we are,
All that we are certain about
is taken away from us.

Eternity had been my teacher,
My mistress.

From the moment I opened my eyes,
she was in my blood, like cheap wine.

Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret.
I’ll never be free of her,
Nor do I want to be.

For she is what I am.
All that is.
All that should be.

In the land before time
Dainty, alluring and divine
She and me were in love, or so I did surmise –

Only with her kiss, I thrived
With her touch, survived
And felt paradise, albeit in illusion’s disguise.

Then one day, a cruel bastard
Called reality, remastered
Caught me unawares, enslaving me it professed –

In the land before time
Dainty, alluring and divine
She and me were a lie, I was just a fool obsessed.

In her wake, I had faltered
And my destiny, I had altered
Now as I procrastinate, to me the wind murmurs –

A devil’s advocate, she had been
Laid claim to my heart, unseen
But had made me sell her my soul, in exchange for hers

For this night
You say you’re mine
But what of tomorrow
And my lives nine?

I am a feather

I have rolled in the lap of infinity
Through uncountable days and nights
Have held in my fist, eternity
Can you overshadow those delights?

I am a feather

Falling out of an airplane
The weight of world upon my shoulders
And still as light as rain

I am a feather

For me, one promised night is cheap dribble
Dearie, I have known God
Your flesh is just kindergarten scribble

I am a feather

And I offer this advice
Oh maiden of ice
Should you wish for this estate
Go where infinity and eternity gestate

Absorb me
And become my fate.

The sweet torment of love
The willful surrender to lust
Moaning, gasping, intense orgasms
On the precipice of consciousness, only just

The chilling tremble of lips
The sweaty warmth of the breast
Urging, begging, burning loins
Borderline insanity, recently bequest

The frightful tingle of touch
The hoarsely beating heart
Dominating, enslaving, empowering feelings
Hails after you, every single part

The cherished soreness of bodies
The elusive bonds of the soul
Toppling, turning, tumbling reality
Whispers my name, the siren’s call

In this dark harvest of season
My life completely lost its reason,
For which or against to decide
All lost in a savage, bleak tide.

In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.

A spear, endless, and colossal
Through my head, reaches from heaven to hell,
The armies within, fighting, burning
In my head, crying, crashing.

Not merely mine
It is the choice of Way,
An option of the voice
It is a thin line of gray.

Nothing that I do shall matter
All things will eventually shatter!
Scattering my hopes, darkness shoves me a decree
It wants to win and to take over me.

“Only with me shall you strive
With my help, survive,
And achieve paradise
In illusion’s disguise!”

“To my terms, should you agree
Make this pact of soul with me,
I offer not deprivation, only salvation
Sign here, in the name of revolution.”

Winning me, it makes me agree
Only to be greeted with a treacherous glee,
Darkness enshrouding, standing over me

“With the light here once and for all undone
You and I shall become one!”

A storm of shadows, ice and fire
Danced around with glee,
The Ring of Kronos encapsulated me.

My wings turned to ash
My heart covered in frost

And all I ever wished, was to be free.

I stood between two mirrors; and I tried to look for the last reflection.

I understood God.

The last one, the tiniest one, that I could see, was not really the last of them all; but only the last of what I could fathom.

I understood Faith.

That seemingly last reflection, the tiniest, most insignificant needle in the haystack; it held all the other reflections that came before it.

I understood Life.

I admired the sheer expanse of its contents, a multitude of universes, a staggering depth of blazing thoughts, questions and interrogative answers.

I understood Heart.

I squinted and could make out myself in the last reflection, overshadowed by own self. It was like my life was laid out like a path before me.

I understood Purpose.

I looked at myself, many iterations, many universes away; my shoulders heavy with burden, my eyes dark with patience, my brain aching with knowledge and my hands frozen by duty.

And then, I understood You.

Its a dark and stormy night
The lightening encores as the weather grows mean
I’m a lonesome firefly
Fighting a million raindrops, amidst these mountains green

Your world is an antfarm
From these windy heights, these skies of thunder
I look upon your swarm
Unimpressive, unimportant, devoid of any wonder

You put me in a bottle once
A prisoner in an alien world, and I could still light up your room
I see you inside a raindrop now
Under the darkness of greed, your world sits in gloom

For what it’s worth
I feel your regrets, for your crimes on nature such
For I too was once a man
In another life, a man who knew too much

Being near you is like trying to hold the sun in my fist
It cant be done
Your light refuses to be hidden
You fear who you are and love who you are all at once

And I think I fear you too
Because I could sink into the warmth of your eyes
And let you see all my worst parts

I could make a home in your broken heart
Your abused heart
Your wanting to be seen but never too clearly heart

You’ve forged armor from your hurt
And you wear it
Like it was always meant to be there

You hold all the power
I think you’re scared of how powerful you could become
If you stopped hiding
If you let yourself feel what we could be together

Do you know what its like to be consumed
To feel control in the moment you give it up
To lose yourself
And somehow become more whole

Tell me you love me
Tell me you’re mine and im yours
And I will lift you up put you where you belong
At the center of everything

I’d rather let fire consume us both
Than watch you waste another second
On anything less than what you deserve

Show me more of you
Show me all of you
And I will burn the world down for you

Its a lie
This game we play
But its a beautiful lie
We are both in control
Both giving
Both taking

No you
No me
Only us

You used to say you reached, I was still on the way,
Laughter in the silence carried us through the day.
Between the calls and the quiet nights,
We found a rhythm beneath the city lights.

Typos and teasing, the little things we’d do,
Sorrys and promises once felt so true.
You wanted a best friend, more than just a name,
I wanted the same, we were playing that game.

With you… it all felt new,
Even the silence once spoke more than words could do.
With you… I wasn’t afraid,
To be the fool, to make mistakes, to stay.

Questions and laughter, the scolding that didn’t sting,
In every small moment, I thought I heard love sing.
Even distance never broke what we’d begun,
Two hearts in conversation, already one.

With you… the world felt right,
Even the waiting was softer in your light.
With you… I thought I had a place,
In every word, in every smile, in every trace.

But all of it has ended, the story’s out of time,
What we held together no longer feels like mine.
The echoes still linger, yet I know I can’t stay,
So I’m closing this chapter… and walking away.

Book III · Sacrifice and Redemption — The only verse in the cycle that names its own number, and it waits until the last line to do it.

The Son of Night and Chaos,
Father of Disruption’s creed,
Emerges as the wooer of anguish,
The Farmer who sows with seed of need.

He marches to the worlds above and beyond,
To burn the day, to unmake the law,
To end the bond that once held still,
And reap what none have seen before.

In his wake, destruction blooms,
The surface teems with rot and dread,
The crawling hosts turn crimson mad,
By blasphemies their minds have fed.

The Creator’s mask at last is torn,
Revealing joy in cruelty’s play,
A sadist’s epiphany crowned in light,
While all the faithful waste away.

When life slips free from mortal clay,
A wisp of blue escapes the frame,
And Death steps forth to take its due,
To make all living bear his name.

All that exists is but a jest,
Promises of old in gold now fade,
History gasps its final breath,
Its corpse in silence laid.

The Farmer stands, his harvest done,
His name the world’s last whispered fix—
The number carved in every tongue,
Six. Six. Six.