Abaddon returns tonight
from nothing as if it were
he was taken by the night
cursed in avernus light
it borrowed his time
yet in service
unknown to what reason

his own will is revoked
but he is
at peace with it

master of his own match


his apothic shield
and ultimate
breaks it open

beyond death ´
and into silence
he dives
with frost dragons
and

everyone will know
his
eternal ways

no entity
hold his corpse
no insect
big or potent

he who wields
the curse of avernus
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
to everyone
forever

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
spell we cannot

his ways
are without
thought

put them out
cold
the gates
where
he sits

and spells
lifts his cause
as abbadon
takes
what is given