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Chapel Of Love
He who roams the woods at night
travels in shadows with birds of flight.
His abode's a place condemned
an abbey of yore that's overwhelmed.
Blood and gore he's seen it all
he stood through his kingdom's fall.
For now he lurks in caves beneath
long buried his blade and sheath.
Lightning bolts on moonless night
set the valley and woods alight.
He hath no feeling for human plight
for him it's just a beautiful sight.
Not even a blink for loss of reign
loss of love his source of pain.
His queen, vanished without a trace
when the enemy stormed her place.
His quest for her has made him a beast
suffering of beings he feels the least.
For her he built a chapel of love
corpses on floor her portrait above!
© 2015 KDAmB
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