Black Sacrament

by Wisecrack Idiots

Both Herald of the World Eater and servant to none but himself, The Fallen has left his mark upon time, altering the very course of history with but the barest tug on the marionette strings dangling from his hands. A character study of the enigmatic force known by many names — Psi, Entropy, No One — and the 'bots who follow in his tutelage and steps. A gift for Hearts of Eternity.

Poetry happens to be a weakness of mine. An addictive, crippling weakness which I can't help but indulge in, even when the words are nonsensical to me, their creator. With that said, I'd like to proudly present my newest muse — the Black Sacrament.

The credit for this goes largely to Hearts of Eternity, a writer whose stories have inspired me greatly in my pursuits to become a published author and have helped shape who I've become today. I find myself in sheer awe of her War Eternal series and the creative, boundary-breaking pieces that have sprung from it. Perhaps what enchants me most of all are her interpretations of much beloved fan-favorites, and none more so than the Fallen (better known as Psi, to those of you familiar with her fics).

And what better way to show off my über-creepy love for her work than by writing a poem inspired by it? Here goes my tentative first steps into poetical character studies. Enjoy, all you Fallen Fanatics! (You see what I did there? xD)

On an aside: Sorry if the title isn't overly-original. I'm currently on a Skyrim fix right now, and I thought that the title was apt for a mech whose influence has risen to cultist status.

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Black Sacrament

Prince of Darkness, Entropy,
he who turned his back upon the Thirteen.
Deserter, Psi, Herald, No One,
puppeteer who shall condemn the sun.

We sing to you, O Fallen One,
savior of none, destroyer of all.
When our sparks thirst for blood
we hope you answer the call.

Awaken, god of chaos: roar!
Dream your eternal dreams no more!
He who walks toward the dead shall rise
and unto this world all hell devise.

O damn the living and vengeance wreak;
into the ears of the faithless speak
of nightmares chained to fears of theirs.
Let not one creature be spared.

The challenge made, the chessboard set,
the wages staked in flippant bet.
Stars and pawns move by your hand
within this game, at your command.

Teach them, show them, break their minds;
throw away the key, tighten their binds.
We — your vessels — forge the chains.
We'll bring the shackles, you bring the rain.

With your return we pledge to you
our mortal souls 'til final breath.
Right the wrongs we suffered through
and to our rivals bring death.