Within the heat of the devil,
I salivate at the cost of redemption.
No fear, just the aplomb of a sinner,
And the protean of clay…
Malleable to good or iniquity,
Fervid in the lust of revenge,
Salutary to the embers of evil…
Disporting within the finality of it all.
My voice once carried a requiem of hope…
But the whispers of acolytes choked my tune.
Gruff from pennants,
Exhausted from grinning…
I venerate the black before me.