Nyxemia

Oh, Goddess Nyxemia, Eternal Night, Lady of the Empty Sky,

They say you fell from the Heavens and your lover took your place

Filling the once dark, blank canvas with stars to remind you of his glory

What they don’t know is that you didn’t fall willingly

Oh, Nyxemia you wander the world now alone and defeated

Your friend turned foe drapes himself across your throne 

Watching with twisted glee as you stumble and fall

Knowing it was He who had the gall to rip you from your beloved sky 

And make you watch as he filled the night with smaller versions of the light you so did hate

Oh, fallen one, goddess unknown, who are you?

Your once devout worshippers no longer know your name 

As you wander the smog ridden streets of today

Do you find comfort at night? Looking up and not seeing your enemy’s laughing light?

Why do you weep? Is it because you were betrayed? Is it because you are unknown?

No, it is because I will fight to take back my throne.

Lover turned foe, it matters no more

I am no one, so I will be reborn

He cannot keep what he stole

 And I will laugh with joy as he watches,

 The false kingdom he built for himself crumble at his feet