In due time, I will let you crawl the the wells of my heart and bury the blades deep within .
Mourn not as fragments of stone and sparks impales your skin and sets me to, The Opaque .
The introitus Ether .
The intervented Abstruse .
The enigmatic Plague .
Far away in the burning forest of bygones and black winter roses ,
I shall tap my shoes to the dance of the imps .
Put the poison pill to my ear, and .
Sovereign the explicit somberness of me and a deathly blood sucking dove .
And to you too, Bane .