Friday, March 20, 2009


While covered in plate armor
None may glimpse his face
He bows to no law or control
Is part no more, of any race

Legends say, once he was human
But darkness consumed him
Then his ill-fated soul forsaken him
The weak he preys, with a lust inhuman

They now call him fallen
But he deems to be chosen
This world to cleanse
From veracity and sense

From town to town
From place to place
He seeks to destroy
The world he’d embraced

And none he’ll let to glimpse his face
For he has come to be disgraced

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