Of the Night - Poem
Lords of the darkness,
King of the night.
Born in the dreaded hour,
A seed took form.
It was only too late,
That they did realize the spot.
With not a lot of hope,
They set sailing.
With an eye on destruction,
The knights set out marching.
Turning the battlefield,
Into but a pool of blood,
They turned around to set on a journey.
Prison cells brimmed,
Like a river during the rain.
Spots of weakness,
Stood out inviting trouble.
The valley of shadows,
A warning to the rest.
Hanging bodies by the neck,
A tale to stop them from doing the same.
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