Dark Territory: Cursed Alliance Poem by Engin Kavrak

...He shall bend to his own rust
A shine of a draw of my sword's lust
Carved of blood, a high thrust
Shall doom him with the Whisping Stalk
A critten less solid than normal
A misty feral shifty of a form
Naily and gazey by it's eyes to hold
If you had the world to be sold
To be released a victim scored
It is the specialty of this sword
He who is struck by its broad
Shall be doomed to be taken
Into the shadow realm faken
There to be held and consumed
Drain by drain, spirit by spirit
It is the gift that I possess
The grand shadow Hissel Tass
Enchanted my blade by the glyph
The glyph of the solid grief
None strong men can withstand
Against our army grand
Nor women whom shall cry
Amongst the faded they shall blend
Souls shall be drunk open dry
By the insect shadow butterfly
There around their chest be sipped
Unaware unconscious will be dripped...