25. Marco Nuzzo - I Come As One Fallen

Описание: I come as one fallen, to rites extinguished, cold and bare,
Untouched, like abaric force, flexed in gradual despair.
In my brief decline, I drink or form, past cunning humors’ sting,
Milk and shards, beyond the piers that sacrifice the seas to spring.
With crashing spines, where all bends, a crater of whims takes hold,
A madrigal’s sharp break, or husks that summon eras’ fall, untold.
Defeats of ancient reigns, where you were ritual’s flame!
A witch’s grimoire, scrawled in shadows, bears your name!
Like pitch within the bone, your unseen spine’s decay,
The riven abyss exaggerates the black, where roles betray!
In lethal guises, torn to shreds, each time you breathe, you lack,
In the crater’s wail, the grimoire calls, and ruin strikes you back!
The synthesis, a crater’s whims, or madrigals that break and wane,
Husks that call defeated reigns, where rituals rot in vain.
Beyond the piers, where seas are burned, in clamor of the spine,
I fall, consuming milk and shards, past humors’ cruel design.
My fleeting decline, a bending arc, where cunning tides converge,
A fallen rite, an abaric force, in the abyss’s endless surge.
Defeats of ancient reigns, where you were ritual’s flame!
A witch’s grimoire, scrawled in shadows, bears your name!
Like pitch within the bone, your unseen spine’s decay,
The riven abyss exaggerates the black, where roles betray!
In lethal guises, torn to shreds, each time you breathe, you lack,
In the crater’s wail, the grimoire calls, and ruin strikes you back!
Languid as pitch in bone, the unseen spine’s descent,
The riven abyss, where lethal roles are torn and spent.
No rite escapes the crater, no husk defies the flame,
In the grimoire’s wretched script, I carve my fallen name.