To the rescue
The king of all sorrowsits upon a throne of bones
Awaiting the return
of his beloved darkness
The mistress of wich
he has so long served
The child of agony
will never see the sun
Caged in anger
it weaps tears of gold
The steel bars closing in
chasing away all hope
Will the prince of light
ever come to the rescue
Or is our world
doomed to linger
In this unholy darkness
surronded by death itself
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2008-11-27 at 12:40
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