Darkness Marks

By: Gus Victoria

Darkness falls on the misty plain,

Shades of the forgotten fane

That saw blood spilt

In his blasphemous name

Glide on tortured air

To tempt the brave soul

Bent in earnest prayer,

None they seek they spare,

Cast off the armour of light,

Faded with blackest sin,

Abandon the shield of faith,

Tortured and worn thin,

The Wight approaches

And Doom encroaches,

Fiends and their minions

Enslave much stronger dominions,

You seek shelter you forsook,

Long ago the sword you took

And the flock scattered

Without your shepard’s hook.

To destroy the wolf

You lost the sheep.

And now you must pay

With more than tears you weep.

The cold skeletal hand

Does grasp, burn and brand

Steel cuts only empty space,

You must now take your place,

Moonlight bears witness

To your last moments.

Death claims his harvest,

And the darkness now recedes...