Black. Black pit. Darkness
Engulfing the island in abyss
Step by step, towards the silence
A dreaded being without a shame yearn
The day of the black sun. Just to depart
And gather high hopes. He was mistaken
To assume all sceneries have been cleansed
From the filthy blood of outsiders and mongrels

Ring. He incircle. Rotating
Between his faith and doubt
Although the dying sun has set
Upon the world's firmanent. A warning
For all trespassers alike. No warrior has
Managed to break an eldritch being before
Praise him, the nameless one, forevermore

Flyaway. High above. Ascending
To the highest peak. Make haste and still vigilant
For the worst. The nameless walk between two realms
Haunted by painful memories from the deepest dark
And the whisper of the Marrer in his murky fortress
Yet something has troubled his mind. His eyes
Were starting to ache. A single high note
Of otherworldly chorus pierced his ears
Making them bleed in the pale shade
Of moonlit sky. Runaway from fear

Blood. Hundred corpses. Evaporating
To the ancient constellation. A silent bell echoes
Throughout the mountain, the river, and the valley
He shut his eyes, entering his final damnation
As his mind falls to enigma, a voice whispered:
"Rest now, nameless one, thy hardships is over."

[Banyuwangi, 03/06/18]