The Crimson Covenant(For Sebastian)

The Crimson Covenant

(For Sebastian)

I met Death in the cathedral of shadows,

where candles bled and walls drank the night.

He came, not to take,

but to bind,

and in his gaze I saw the fracture of my soul—

and the promise of fire.

I pressed my lips to his,

and the world shivered.

A kiss carved in blood and silence,

a seal upon the marrow of my being.

From that moment, my heart

was no longer mine—

it was a chalice, crimson and holy,

pouring only for others,

never to taste itself again.

Love rose like smoke and flame,

writhing through my veins,

a consuming sacrament.

Every beat became a hymn

to those who wander lost,

every breath a prayer

for the hearts too shattered to mend.

I walk in shadows,

crowned in the ruin of my own desire,

alone and eternal,

the living vessel of crimson devotion,

forever severed from self,

a lighthouse of blood-lit mercy

for the suffering, the broken,

the ones who ache in darkness.

And when the final bell tolls,

when the world’s last sigh comes,

Death will take me once more—not to end,

but to bring me home,

to the embrace that first taught me

how love can be infinite

even when it devours its own heart.

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