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