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...

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Signed in blood with artful flourishes

Your name stands proudly as it glows red

Angry, hot it ignites and consumes the parchment,

Hide of demons once now is but ash,

The riches of Seven Kingdoms are yours,

The armies of darkness you now command,

The Tyrant on the Velvet Throne

Soon will embrace an iron mistress.

Distant laughter is lost in the wind

As ill-omened storms dissipate

And the sun breaks through once more

Only sufficient to dry the blood and rain

Imperceptibly losing luminosity,

In time replaced by silver strands

Of gentle moonlight.

Walking in darkness banished

By dark gifts bestowed,

None see as you the battlefield.

Your cloak whipping in the wind,

New lieutenants stalk not far behind,

The creatures sniff out survivors,

Woe to him that yet draws breath

For their teeth as dull knives

Will slowly slice and chew living flesh,

Your armor untouched radiates a power they fear.

Your soul is polluted

Blackened not by a signature,

Tortured by no tender mercy,

That piece of the Divine

You long ago murdered with avarice and sadism,

Buried under mountains of sin.

Emblazoned with cruel irony on your banner

The charge that mocks peace,

A dove flies above your army of vultures.

When the carnage on the field

Is cleared by ghouls

Your eyes turn West

Driven by revenge you march…