The Wind That Whispers Vague

Charred promises of prophecies An obscure nothing is released Wretched vultures feast on shame Reversed revere in severe decay The horizon, a celestial bonfire Hell is filled with every priest Nether tethered, flesh to flames Skin is melting as they pray Stars, incandescent particles All the ones that are deceased Forever severed, noosed in chains Spreading fear like a plague Frenetic death Dark extension To appease the mighty beast Reflects in their chosen names It’s the wind that whispers vague