It all began at the end,
From ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Speaking within the Winds of Fate.
In the moment of Death,
A single tear falls,
And with it a torrent,
Leaving behind nothing but a Shell.
Empty and abysmal like Space before,
Now erupts anew an orb of madness,
Obessions of mind stealing life,
Now an existence of empty ambition.
As if awakening from metamorphosis,
Faust 'wakens from the shell of the former,
And with it his scorn and denial,
Which birthes the Gate of Virgil Shade.
Thirsting for knowledge blindly,
After tome and tome again he follows,
Seeking tranquility to ease the veiled pain,
To end Mephistopheles's Curse.
Like Dante before and aft,
Faust follows his shadowy angel
Into the Inferno that lay the knowledge,
Deep into Darkness Flame.
Possessed by past-time grief,
Feverishly did he study and collect,
All the while wallowing in memory,
At the loss before the change.
Hell did Faust see as he ventured,
The abyss staring back,
Madness pressing closer,
His mind faltering as his heart throbbed.
Voices, voices, voices...
They cried and sobbed and shouted,
Howling their own sorrows,
Resonating in the depths of his mind.
As the journey neared its end,
There within a block of ice did he see,
Lucifer enthralled and imprisoned,
Forever damned in the circle of flame.
'Wakening yonder did he know,
A Gate yawned,
Revealing realm anew,
Calling to him like a sweet drug.
Enter did Faust,
Appearing in the vast Cosmos,
Divine Spheres as bright as day,
As dark as the pitch of Hell.
Swirling in a vortex it did,
So did the Darkness beyond Celestial bodies,
That mere chaos pined,
That mere Faust cried out in dismal pleasure.
Pandemonium,
Masochism,
Nihilism,
Melancholy...
Words, words,
They all pined at Faust,
They were the words that beckoned them,
That beckoned whoever would listen.
Pain, pain!
The tears began to flow,
Though in red sheen,
In hatred and entropy.
Nonsense, Faust howled,
Unknowing of his madness.
Virgil's Shade uttered not a word,
Watching the insanity awaken.
Frustration and sadness appear yet,
Cracking the shell that was once Faust,
'Wakening yet another being.
One who could never escape...
Faceless, formless...
Like Space before, the swirling black chaos
Ate at its malforming heart,
Wails of remorse and ultimate sadness now silent.
In the void it existed,
In the void it rest,
And like Jehovah, it began to create
In the midst of its own madness.
In the nothingness came something,
Yet it, too, was empty,
And the perpetuality was evident,
The nascence of lachrymose apparent.
Memories, memories,
They sang in discord,
Bringing forth tears that ne'er existed,
Their image a nocturne of happiness in misery...
Alone, alone,
It sat in its place,
Creating and destroying,
Living forever in nothingness...
Living, living,
In a void full of memories,
A piece of art,
Beautiful and dismal...
Forever non-existent,
Eternal,
Desolate,
Broken.
From ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Speaking within the Winds of Fate.
In the moment of Death,
A single tear falls,
And with it a torrent,
Leaving behind nothing but a Shell.
Empty and abysmal like Space before,
Now erupts anew an orb of madness,
Obessions of mind stealing life,
Now an existence of empty ambition.
As if awakening from metamorphosis,
Faust 'wakens from the shell of the former,
And with it his scorn and denial,
Which birthes the Gate of Virgil Shade.
Thirsting for knowledge blindly,
After tome and tome again he follows,
Seeking tranquility to ease the veiled pain,
To end Mephistopheles's Curse.
Like Dante before and aft,
Faust follows his shadowy angel
Into the Inferno that lay the knowledge,
Deep into Darkness Flame.
Possessed by past-time grief,
Feverishly did he study and collect,
All the while wallowing in memory,
At the loss before the change.
Hell did Faust see as he ventured,
The abyss staring back,
Madness pressing closer,
His mind faltering as his heart throbbed.
Voices, voices, voices...
They cried and sobbed and shouted,
Howling their own sorrows,
Resonating in the depths of his mind.
As the journey neared its end,
There within a block of ice did he see,
Lucifer enthralled and imprisoned,
Forever damned in the circle of flame.
'Wakening yonder did he know,
A Gate yawned,
Revealing realm anew,
Calling to him like a sweet drug.
Enter did Faust,
Appearing in the vast Cosmos,
Divine Spheres as bright as day,
As dark as the pitch of Hell.
Swirling in a vortex it did,
So did the Darkness beyond Celestial bodies,
That mere chaos pined,
That mere Faust cried out in dismal pleasure.
Pandemonium,
Masochism,
Nihilism,
Melancholy...
Words, words,
They all pined at Faust,
They were the words that beckoned them,
That beckoned whoever would listen.
Pain, pain!
The tears began to flow,
Though in red sheen,
In hatred and entropy.
Nonsense, Faust howled,
Unknowing of his madness.
Virgil's Shade uttered not a word,
Watching the insanity awaken.
Frustration and sadness appear yet,
Cracking the shell that was once Faust,
'Wakening yet another being.
One who could never escape...
Faceless, formless...
Like Space before, the swirling black chaos
Ate at its malforming heart,
Wails of remorse and ultimate sadness now silent.
In the void it existed,
In the void it rest,
And like Jehovah, it began to create
In the midst of its own madness.
In the nothingness came something,
Yet it, too, was empty,
And the perpetuality was evident,
The nascence of lachrymose apparent.
Memories, memories,
They sang in discord,
Bringing forth tears that ne'er existed,
Their image a nocturne of happiness in misery...
Alone, alone,
It sat in its place,
Creating and destroying,
Living forever in nothingness...
Living, living,
In a void full of memories,
A piece of art,
Beautiful and dismal...
Forever non-existent,
Eternal,
Desolate,
Broken.
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