Necrophony - Poem by Owen Johnston
Across the Stygian depths I set sail
For the Halls of Abandonment
Where the theories of life fail;
My malignant quest was hell-sent.
From the shores of Necropolis
I view endless ruination
Circling the Castle of Abyss
Where dwell many an aberration.
These dark denizens, full of hate,
Are encroachingly hell-bent,
But death this day is not my fate;
My victory is Heaven-sent.
That ferocious foundation,
Amidst a somber stench of death,
Sits in silent celebration
Of its chance to end my breath.
On reaching the Rooms of Ruin,
My mettle must face the Great Fiend,
In whose cauldron dark death's brewing;
This wicked wizard I must end.
By the light of the Demon Moon
I destroy these undead devils;
With Godspeed I shall very soon
Climb the castle's highest levels.
I have strongly stormed the evil halls;
My holy might resists his spells;
His vile blood stains ancient walls
As my sword dooms him to dark hells.
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