Fell now my blade and tongue
sharp and blunt with the stains of the fallen
upon it's hungry tip.
Vengeance and cruelty of fable old
and faerie forgotten
will be judisciously weilded
and rightfully so.
A dark knight under moon
protected by tides of shadow and it's feral glow.
Her champion given passage
his lust a compass.
Beware the warrior who has lost much
for there is not much left to be held sacred
for one so blasphemous and wronged.
Tread lightly but be quick
it's the hunt I cherish
more than the kill.
A well for a stomache
that flesh and blood can never fill.
Dawn is my enemy
and they hide safely in light.
It burns me to degrees
a safety I've never known
my accursed blight.
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