DarknessShadows fallEncasing the world with cold.No Warmth.No Light.Darkness.Shadows shiver through the airHolding time still in an icy grasp.No light can penetrateThis could of fear.So thick,Shrouded in demonic mist.No Warmth.No Light.Darkness.And when our screams fellOn silent ears,It twisted through us,Filling the cracks of our heartsWith Shadows.It willed us to followThe blackness that encased us,Dead to this cold world.No Warmth.No Light.Darkness.
MineI live to bring the inevitable annihilation of others.Chaos is mine.No one escapes the icy jaws of darkness for these sharp teeth are situated in my own maw. I deal the blows that send the incompetent into the abyss. Their souls are forfeit for encroaching on what I call my own. I am king here.This is all mine.They do not know how to listen to the land. The grumbles of the fires warn of their own deceitfulness. The sickening sands and mud do not offer any warnings but make sure their pleasure is known when they catch their meals. The wind screams out names of those yet to be taken, ones whose souls are close to the brink.They will be mine.I listen and I wait. The shadows are my friends and the night my ally in all things of obscurity. Shafts of light never penetrate the ever prevailing mists that encompass my terrain. My home is a shroud of haze and gloom.It has always been mine.They are all taken by the hallucinations my home gives. Wonderful monsters of myth and the frighteni