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Shadows Fall
Bearer of the dark fame
The demon with no name
Enclosed in a private cell
Earned it's own personal hell
You know he's black as night
More tainted than Satan's blight
A being largely unknown
Yet exalted is his throne
Being of shadow and rotted flesh
Legion of lies made fresh
To stray you off the path
Making the meek pawns of wrath
He is the wolf that creeps
Slaughtering the Lord's sheep
He is of the lowest plane
Lord of shadow and the profane
The demon with no name
Enclosed in a private cell
Earned it's own personal hell
You know he's black as night
More tainted than Satan's blight
A being largely unknown
Yet exalted is his throne
Being of shadow and rotted flesh
Legion of lies made fresh
To stray you off the path
Making the meek pawns of wrath
He is the wolf that creeps
Slaughtering the Lord's sheep
He is of the lowest plane
Lord of shadow and the profane
Published 1st Oct 2018
Author's Note
I haven't done a dark one in a while.
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