A stand alone,
A lord of the unending night.
My kingdom ,
A shattered cathedral of hopes and dreams.
Things to precious to let go,
Things to painful to hold.
Beneath an ebony moon that sheds no light,
I sit upon a throne of sorrow and tears,
Adorned with  the blood of innocence,
 cast aside in carnal lust.
My only companion A love I can not forsake,
Alas hold her in my arms I can not.
Only by the grace of an ebony moon,
Can I hold her in my sight once more.
But to see her face once more,
all the hopes of tomarrow I will forsake,
All my dreams of what was to be are forgotten.
All that remains is the silence of sorrow
And the soft ach of love no more.
So here i will stay,
The Emperor of forgotten dreams and forsaken hopes.