Ashtar (Emperor Of Darkness) Poem by Justin Gildow

Weilding the dark sword of Chaos
He knows what he wants
He knows what he's after
Picking up from where the Jaquio left off

He taunts me at every corner
He's proud that his sword is filling up with souls

I peer into his eyes
Which seem to be empty
I notice the markings on his face
From his eyes, down his cheeks

His words are sharp to the point
His voice is evil
His heart is black and cold

He fills me more with dread
Than what he does with fear

I must say
I can't wait until I clash swords with you Ashtar
Only then will we know
Who the victorious one will be
And who'll be the only one standing