Acheron Poem by Aaron(AarionLee) Morris

The Acheron is a vortex
there is no way to escape
the judgement is at hand
the arcon of our realm awaits

Lucifer shall be seen
wed the luminous lucitity
on the dawn of your illusion
the Acheron your destiny

your insatiable covet for the labyrinth
blazes profoundly in your eyes
malevolence, the dominion of doom
the Acheron you inveigh your lies

fathom your reality
grovel within your fears
transend beyond life
embrace the Acheron with nary a tear

the icon of death lies latent
your body to waif your soul
your life will become acrid
with the Acheron your final goal