Philosophers of the modern world,
You dare to challenge me
Those who will foil me us such weapons as I do.
I am the king for those who must kneel.
Out of this darkness such pleasures you feel
I am the serpent out nothing created.
Giving shape to fear through temptation.
Blazeheart
Holding a candelabrum
In the up high tower chamber
where the walls are dressed with scarlet velvet
Winds blow from east to west
as the forest weeps.