My World

Where dark dreams come to rest,
where cold winds howl and crest,
where sirens whisper sweet deceit,
and every chasm runs deep beneath.

Where towers rise, sharp as knives,
their spires piercing empty skies.
Where just a gaze can cut like steel,
upon a world that’s lost its will.

Here, no chains, no rules remain,
only freedom, only pain.
And in the fire of my wrath,
I find the warmth I never had.

A land of mountains, endless plains,
guarded by a king who reigns.

Where no sun shines,
where no flowers bloom,
you’ll find me standing all alone,
defending what is mine.