Smile Embowed in Sin

julius was poised before holy saints, surrounded, cradled in despair by demonic lust of god's flesh and man's, cradled obsolete by the blackest mist. the saints slumbered in their thrones , reaching out one last time, in the throes of honor, but ultimately fell within the blackness, falling forever, experiencing forever the choking of black woe. and julius reigned a godless heretic, his smile embowed in sin, his piercing, foul sockets-once-were eyes, gazing upward, fluttering to the eternal downpour of anarchies prophesied.