Trudging through the murky sludge He makes his way through the swamp Peering carefully through the scattered fog Feeling anticipation with each tromp. Dodging quickly behind the grayish bark He spies the daemon of all dreams Torturing the lost soul of his beloved Angered to the sound of her desperate pleas. Knocked from behind the daemon falls The Knights lady quickly makes her escape Deep into the daemons fiery eyes he peers Sword drawn, razor claws ready to scrape. Bleeding from his inflicted wounds The daemon draws one last breath Taming the fire in his coal black eyes Meeting his match with the Knight of Death.Birth sign: Pisces
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