The spirits of the just are dead;
the dragon rules the night.
A fog has settled on the earth;
the moon provides no light.
The heroes all have passed away,
and no one guards the wall.
A maiden mourns a gallant knight,
who lies beneath the pall.
We pray and wait for victory,
but war cannot redeem.
Mankind conceals a cruel heart,
and evil is his scheme.
A cloud of death defeats the stars;
the gods are filled with fear.
The king awaits the daggers thrust,
and sheds a final tear.
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Moon provides light to the settling of fog at night and spirits those have left their bodies rule this amazing night. Cloud of death definitely defeats the stars. What an amazing poem this is really! Wonderfully composed and shared really! ...10