Slivers of shattered dreams glitter on the path I have chosen.
Sparkling shards of things yet to be, confuse my sight as I wander along.
Dark birds screech from high above in the canopy, warning of danger.
Tangled in the spider webs of time, I trudge forward pulling these moments in my wake.
Adorned only in a robe of piety, I command those that would deceive mankind.
Fiery blasts in the night chronicle my coming, as the twisted bodies laying still show where I have been.
The power I seek, overshadows these atrocities I have committed against my brothers.
Ascending my throne, I crawl on the backs of those that have forfeit their life to my greed.
Hoards of unbelievers shout disdain for my actions, their pleas falling on deaf ears.
A corrupted sense of duty influences my desires, as the dark minions do my bidding.