He was a dark and stormy Knight, tempered in a skin of steel. He rode upon a pale horse, the devils spurs upon his heel.
It's hoof fall burning colour, into fading shades of grey. The darkness was around him, as he rode into the day.
The day began retreating, the sun fell from the sky. The ravens began circling, "Feed us Death" their cry.
As he rode into the twilight, even heaven feared his gaze. He was the dark and stormy night, before the dawning end of days.
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