"What...have I done...?"

Their lives fall from your hands,
Your talons fail to halt them.
What remains of your spirit weeps for them.
For her. For him. For many.
You shall glare into the heart of the daybreak,
Though dawn will never reach you.
Frozen within a cyclopean furnace
Your heart has ceased working
In the way most important.

"My fingers-"

Are you sleeping?
Floating in that griping black expanse
That children so fear.
Ah, if only this warping weren't real,
This agonizing puppetry only dream.
A nightmare.
Your blaze, your shine, your glow, yourself.
Where are you?

"My lips-"

A poison vapor, in the stead of an ethereal mist,
The rasping cry in the prolonged
In dying.
Blight is brought by your kiss,
Screams by your hug.
Flowers droop where you will tread
And panic shall be nurtured by your wings unfurled.

"...Nil? No...no...Elohora!"

Do not weep for yourself.
You, an infernal beast,
Who's path shall be shower by
The scarlet maelstrom of enemies torn.
The light has forsaken you,
Body, soul and mind.
And so you are a demon,
In body, soul and mind.

"..."

That's right, be still.
Night stretches forever more
>From here, from you.
And after that another
Endless dusk,
The Moon eclipsed,
Where the only light that flickers
Resides in the bosoms of your foes.
And you will extinguish these sparks.

"No!"

Yes! Trick not your slow
Heart with petty things
Made 'clean' in The Light.
Glorified falsities all!
Beauty is Vanity.
Love is Obsession.
Faith is Blindness.
Truth is Naivety.
Purity is Denial.
Kindness is Weakness.
Loyalty is Foolishness.
Peace is non-existent.
Righteousness is Arrogance.
Justice is Revenge.
Aspiration is Envy.

"Light...is Taint."

And angels are demons.

Do not hate me, condemn me
Or cast me aside.
I am simply what you made me.
When you look at me
You see nothing that you
Yourself are not.
Woe be on to you who would
Grope into my dark recesses
In search of reflections,
For alas,
I am the mirror of the damned.