The Rivers of Avernus

The painter, of the cruelest arts
Reaches for his brush
The master, of grotesque forms
Strokes in occult lines
Shadows, of abhorrence
Appear on the canvas
Colors, reflecting madness, from the artists mind

The causal chain of blood portraits
Depicts, the storm in violent skies
Eternal rain will fall and
Drop, by drop, it forms

The rivers of Avernus
Meander down as stream of woe
Descend into darkness
Sculpting stone as his monument
The water shall replenish
These fields of punishment
Quenching down the endless thirst
The thirst of Orcus

The specter of ghastly visions
Sits in twisted stance
Covered in burial shroud
With only eyes in sight
Forced by, his own will
He stares to the picture
Reflection, of his murder
Emancipation from the flesh

The causal chain of blood portraits
Depicts, the storm in violent skies
Eternal rain will fall and
Drop, by drop, it forms

The rivers of Avernus
Meander down as stream of woe
Descend into darkness
Sculpting stone as his monument
The water shall replenish
These fields of punishment
Quenching down the endless thirst
The thirst of Orcus

The sacred rhymes
Entwined, in colors
Spread to the pallet
As to whisper genocide
His silent poetry
Perception, of a life
Recited by the souls
In the nightmares, of the world

The rivers of Avernus
Meander down as stream of woe
Descend into darkness
Sculpting stone as his monument
The water shall replenish
These fields of punishment
Quenching down the endless thirst
The thirst of Orcus