This world i divide.
to the death of my old self, i am aloof.
among ash and carnage i stride.
crushing bone beneath hoof.
i let out my cry.
flesh and shadow quake in fear.
our world, they will disembowel till we die.
it is you that clings.
vile parasites.
shuddering at the attacks.
crying from my might.
as my embers cover the sky.
i raise the star.
for this horrible deed.
as they are my rider.
and for her, i am their steed.
together, we have become death.
amid my crimes
it is this curse i decide:
angel damn you, knights.
the mistake you made was in calling this virtuous.
for the roaring is suicide.

NOTE FROM AUBREY: This is NON-CANON to my take on Dess now, more or less! Aspects may be taken from the theming of this, or it may be scrapped altogether. Just a word of warning to take what you see here with a big, BIG helping of salt.