Alex Lawrence Poems

On the edge of night, the darkness is falling.
Can you hear the voices are calling?
The silence is broken on the edge of fear.
The Betrayer Of Death is coming near.
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As I stand alone, the blood shall rise.
The shadows falling from the skies.
As the night slips away, the darkness grows near,
Through the shadows of our fear.
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On the edge of darkness, rising up through time,
There was a rage that grew within, the forgotten souls left behind.
They came into the Forgotten Realm a long time ago
And destroyed all who stood in their way
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