Throne Of Muder - Poem by Polly Klomp
In the heat of battle lies the answer to your questions
In the heart of the fight, you will know what is right
Everything seems like simple suggestions
Why the trust is faded to black
No one knows what has to be done
And your defenses are open for attack
Fall you shall for none
As your throne is all that is home to you
And the will to fight lives inside
While there is no one who can run or hide
They will never see it through
The moment has come to face the facts
An evil approaches us with fear in our backs
Without remorse he slaughters all that is dear
Ripping them to shreds, with faith by his side
Leaving some alone, letting them live is fear
Everything he touches withers and dies.
His renown is spread worldwide.
Leaving trails of a thousand flies.
No one knows what patch he chose
Maybe to vanquish all, I suppose
Nonetheless he is not done.
The sad thing is he has only just begun
So hide, wherever you can.
Because if his blade will reach your neck
You are a dead man.
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