fleur the tulip sniper
Stygian Night - Poem by fleur the tulip sniper
as shadows take flight,
demons race past the overcast dune.
the incipid cloud that is cast,
revives somber memories past.
fill the chilled air,
from the underworlds bowels.
the night is alight with dispair
a million souls will feel your bite
an epic fight
and a vain struggle
against the nefarious knight
an ocean of blood, to-knight merely a puddle
a million die
each a martyr for their own soul
for the life that it stole
night has taken its grim toll
they bleed and wait
the night grows late
the stygian night grows light
with a million souls plight
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