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darklings

 
the horde calls to me
they aren't human
rather they're called darklings

a witch yes but I conjure not
a spellbinding truth
you know not what you hunt

I gather thistles and thorn
pour on the night it burns for me
a watchtower to the North yet guards me
do you darklings yet fear?

if not you should

you thought I was deaf
no I just chose not to listen
to my own tune I dance the dance macabre
inside a majestic ballroom
down the city ways into your dark castle moors

I implore you seek me not
I challenge the hierarchies of old
I will shatter the way
not with mine own but His right hand

I've cracked your codes it wasn't hard
you knew not I was awake and aware forever times two
with that I'll bid you adieu

Written by smackdownraven
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