The Withered Planes · 10:10am Apr 30th, 2019
I walk the barren earthen planes
No stranger yet to know my name
A skin of stone leaves me unchanged
Aside from time's sacred blades
I see your heart and call it wise
I lead you to your own demise
A guardian I am, sentry with no eyes
Though e'er I see where darkness lies
I have no rival
A Daemon am I