In shadows deep, my wraith takes form,
From fury's heart, I'm born,
No future's light, just past's cruel gaze,
The jury of my sins, a haunting haze.

To Satan's abode, my path unwinds,
The chosen one, dark ties that bind,
All lost, all gone, the void I wear,
In hell I stand, soul stripped bare.

With sins as ink, my story unfolds,
Evil's kin shivers as my tale's told,
In darkness deeper than the abyss,
I rise, a creature, cursed and amiss.
© Medwickxxiv