I have been away; … etching wishes upon the skin. Blood for tears that cannot fall; I’ll take the coins and they keep the ink.
This temple was built for shadows that creep between the walls; so many voices fading like dreams at the break of dawn.
Its a tribute to the fallen; the beaten and the outcasts; wraiths who are earth-bound, invisible and silenced.
Tread carefully in my hall for I take offense quickly; cowardice is a brand meant for the weak. I am not weak.
I converse with the dead who crawls in wretched chains; the one I fear is not found here.
The beast was here all along…