Dying Goddess

I have seen those who must not be seen
I have craved for those who not must be craved for
I brought down fire of the world
and I crash it with cold hands
I've been trapped in dark asylum
covered with black marble
and I wore fabric of world on my own chests
Looking for eternity in cold, dead faces of LOST ONES
glared in those lifeless eyes
punishing the Gods themselves
killing the existence of lightly souls
I mourn now for those eons that past
I cry for those acts I done
And the darkness is feeling my heart
I set on the throne which is my own prison
caged by pillars of my own doings
"Can you still feel?"
Those vulgar words came out from arrogant creature
"How dare you, mare mortal?"
Ah, but I could feel that sweet death
which is lurking his own soul
I never was created, but I am
cursed to not feel embrace of salvation
but yet I feel
I feel ending of this epoch
" Can you still see?"
the cold voice echoed through my mind
oh, I could see
grotesque shapes of the world
"You created nature, now she is taking you into her own arms."
Yes, I could sense her,
raged by our arrogance
she was putting us into endless slumber.
Thoughts now took wild vigor
listening repeating of the words
" You are nothing but a dead Goddess of the Night!"
Oh, how the irony can bring smile to the face
even my stone like
Now every peace was clear
shape became figure
He, holding me near
whispering
And I knew the end is here
but I felt no sorrow
but joy instead
and with my last breath I said it again
" He was right
I am nothing but a dead Goddess of Night"