Ancients
Swarming darkness swept into the oblivious.
Cremated ashes flowing towards the unknown.
Remarkable black stars falling unto my earth.
Bleak shadows tortured by the dawn.
Undead souls scream out in anguish.
Terror filled creatures hunt out all evil.
Figures torched with dread gently lift cold eyes
toward what has now become fate.
The flaming morn star strikes down
the existence of the great ones.
Devious creatures, whose love was the night.
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