Abbadon is the mythological entity(?)
in the Hebrew old myths he is the archangel of the abyss
he comes into our lives when we die and are born

lich and morphling

he said

will serve as


Abaddon returned instantly
from sinking into his gaze
and opening his eyes yet then

from nothing as if it were

he was taken by the nightstalker

cold avernus plight froze him but he moves
sinking more

he lives on borrowed time
yes, but he is yet in service
to what reason is unknown

his own will is revoked
but he is still him rested and reset
at peace with that ordinary men never seen

master of his own match och rider of an undead horse


his apothic shield purge our spirits in the same way
that he strikes fear and ultimate doom to many
unknown curses from his blade breaks it open

beyond death it seems he meets himself
and into silence like a howling frozen breeze
he dives even when the risk is high because
with frosty long blade every day become nocturnal
to him death comes easy
but we are sure he is haunted by something

everyone will know
his
eternal ways

no entity, old or bright

no insect
big or potent

he cannot win with striking in silence however fearsome
but with items he takes and achieves from slaughtering
slaughtering every mortal from his sleep behind his eyes

he who wields
the curse of avernus
his eternal arrson
hypothermic until then
drunk on adrenaline
follows a mighty bear to the battle

as abaddon
has the abyss
and
everything else

painless thresholds

gives
life

and even attacking
or more so
is his joy
he puts
his silence

three strikes brakes the bond kings

a creature

with every opportunity
must be

this is the very splinter
he is no man

he is the rider
of the abyss

the soul of avernus
life in exchange for
that
that kept a beating heart
inside his coldest thoughts
his will and perserverence
holds the ineffible
a dragon leather
the cursed sword
and tied to his wrist
a red faded brosh
frost in his grip
on the other hand
the hand that dance
total blackness
upon a fast
equally eternal
ghost horse

with slowing venom
comes frost ahead

impulsive chance
abbadon comes
his curse
it is silence
spells from afar
put them out
cold black stones
the gates rise
where a demon,
and he sits

and spells
lifts his cause
as abbadon
takes
what is given