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The Knights of the End of Time
Open eyes on demon skies Watch as the world revolves Savour the smell of rotting flesh As humankind devolves The lies we cried, inside we died All fearing for our souls The creature that besieges us now Forever taunts us and cajoles For we live dethroned by evil owned A beaten fragile race Our egos once so great of might Now spewing fear unto our face A dying, hunted race alone Demon dragons bear on us down We fight with burning hearts alive For our honour and the crown In futile battle waged with hell I will not falter on mighty stead For sword in hand, together we’ll stand Til' struck down by death’s disease With last breath bliss, my mortal wish I face my death with solemn vow My lord give me the strength to die Pray I not disgrace the great art thou If you enjoyed this poem and would like to read more of my work I currently have two books available that can be obtained through the links below. Velvet Death – The Dark Poetry Anthology http://www.lulu.com/content/177683 Velvet Paradox – The 2nd Dark Poetry Anthology http://www.lulu.com/content/254973
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