Born of a Jackal - Pyrexia

Carve from bone

My crown for me

And my cup

Fill with blood from their children

Clothing sewn from skin

Stripped and woven flesh

Bred for consumption

Species inferior

Degregate mere mortals

Statues of stone and wood

Rooms filled

Enter my chambers

Locked in lunacy

Drippings of blood and wax slices

Deep and crossing

My artwork upon your flesh

Human canvas

Live and breathing

Less and less with every stroke

Slow and painful

Epidermal

I have only just begun

Its building

These feelings are raging

This fire is burning

It’s burning the stench of my pyre

Bound by you squalor

Unable to face the progression

Race doomed to extinction

Forced into impotence

Now for the banquet

Raised chalice in hand we salute

We have come

None to follow I am monarch

My reign supreme