New Form

If they have not worked, they could
From the ashes of fire, I stood
To the edges of dismay I walked
As a reaper of death I've stalked
I've ran along with the fallings
I have disrupted the maulings
But within the soul of forever
And towards the Lord Of Never
I cry these tears of distrust
Because I have to live, I must
The thunder claps and brings me forth
The seas collide with winds of North
The soil trembles and from it I rise
My new heavenly body in its earthen guise

This poem is about an eternal vampire that finds redemption in God