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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
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