Forevermore....forever more....
Some times only blood shed can settle scores...
Metal swords...metal swords...
Concealed behind the charms of that devil whore...
Robbed of Throne...Dislodged from his Home...Banished from his Kingdom...
Sportin a Sad Glow, He Morphed to a Shadow, n Vanished in the Spring Sun...
Swearing they would Taste his Wrath...He headed for a Place who's Path had Escaped the Maps...
In a forgotten forest.... In its Darkests of Depths...legendary Guardians Rest from Ages Past...
They would awaken with Rage Unmatched...Glad to be free of the spell the Sages Cast...
So to the horizon ahead his Gaze Attached...as his weary feet Grazed the Grass...
Until the grass became strangled by Shade of the Trees; whose branches Swayed in the Breeze...
Their bark Decayed by Disease...Ever more evident by the Fragrance Released...
The king Hastened his Feet...Savored the sweet lingering Taste of Deceit....
Until he came upon a hill with the Gravest of Keeps Placed on its Peek...
The tyrants of the sky...will Awake from their Sleep..
The king solemnly sung the enchanted song...
And the eerie echo allowed the walls to chant along...
Then the lightning; it sparketh..N brighten the darkness...
And the sky once again hosted the titans of Tarsis...
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Shadow Dragon
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Evil looms of a tyrant, rumored throughout history as clues of a titan..
'cruel as it's violence pursuing this life and piercing moons with a silence',
haunting whispers deafen sounds in depths of a nether dimension
'sharper than water, more silent than air and spread through every ascension
be it thy deadliest message it comes stalking every death that it beckons,
one swing of his scythe bellows blistering sighs vexed with a vengeance,
'tis the black maw of hexes embellished with hellish elements of malevolence;
turn a regiment to excrement in tourniquets' merciless' deception's testaments;
put the world in detriments with my mind that is desolate spewing pestilence,
blood'll leak through your pours as you feel grue, turned blue; fueling an exodus,
gifts that're demonically inclined unearthing; stewing the fumes as an exorcist,
drew from its crevices... stains blanketing floors with sin and bewildering whims;
thou ecliptic doom be an arisen wound lay on a hilt of their kin;
chills in the wind lay siege; hate breeds; pining the kill of a king;
bound in the beginning; "o' heartless one.. the city of Tarsis' son",
bringer of death, the linger of heaven, hell and the Darkest sun,
from harlots and charlatans put in eternal slumber's artist dun -
to the chilled still of a witches tongue lay a grim hindered love,
wind's churn a withered curse; loosening grips of shivered burns;
those that have blamed plague made waste of their coveted omen,
loveless, ferocious; lusting and hopeless as a plummeting crow brinks,
foreshadowing logic; "non compos mentis"; being thee ominous retribution,
calm as I lessen illusions of lies fusing inside a crucifix of gruesome alignments;
awry with chaos, disorder, I crave God's adornments; A misplaced arch of lordship,
bellowing through ancient; seeping through every crack of pavement,
witness the sky fall ashes of cataclysm that ever-last evisceration,
silhouettes of my doppelganger's constantly follow you, all of you,
embedded within every one of your souls, driven 'till your call of truth,
you beckon thee among exit scenes, I now come as this pawn in rouge,
slaying every one faux in lieu of the throne, this is you who has chose,-
every sickly woe in the folds of eternity that emerges the queue of penumbra;
summoning every apparition's gloom, set forth wickedness; strew with it's comer,
you lay under my cover of night, storms churn for me as I am the drummer of blight,
cometh o' might which not even a God to attest thee; unleashing vortexes funneling light...
Death shall begin as I awaken bringing fires to rages, squires in faceless dismay,
ashes will be o' the coming of all beckoned courageous; decayed; for this place,
where rigor mortis be laid, rooted from the stems of history traced in the graves...
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