Not Of Here

Firelink Shrine type music, divine feeling pervasive prevailing 

Imammalian I resemble them but am an alien, pale and craven

Far from my right domain which is a distant star

I am the ark of some dark covenant, my unknown provenance is becoming a problem as my redoubling strength renders me triumphant over every friend or foe

I brought this world low, I ushered in the age of snow

Blackened your toes will grow, I know where your soul will go.


I am here but not of here

My fearful origins obscure as the true feelings of your dearest

My duress is ceaseless, my kin burn easily, my peeling skin shears off in flaking afterbirth sheets, blood streaks my shirts

This heat does not suit me, nor do your foetid meats

By nights I take the streets with me, a stalking vampire fiend who eats

The detritus

I sweep this filthy capital, upright as befits an elite.

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