Gravewalker

Amid polished stones and withered bones Above solitary ashes, decay and rot Under the opaque sky with the ghost of a cry Tonight he walks while they cannot. Of graveyard soil, borne from toil, Lethal, virulent, long lost to bliss. Keeper of hate, of misfortune and fate, Dealer of the Reaper’s Kiss. Messenger of Molech, heartless and stoic Of suffering, malice, and malignant spells. Eternally serving, bound to preserving The desolate necropolis in which he dwells.