Stumbling through the darkest of nights He runs on with his sword The elf Knight of Hollow Glen Awaiting deaths reward. Picking up his pace he spies him The keeper of the gates Letting out a scream he rushes forth Tempting God and his fate. His sword twisting deep inside Dark red splattering the ground Opening the gates he moves on The capturer of his Angel hes found. Through the torch lit tunnel he winds Running to avoid lost time Approaching a glowing red chamber He halts to plan his crime. Sending the chamber doors flying He pounces on his prey Slitting his throat with his sword He watches his soul slowly decay. Spying his love upon a table He rushes over to her side Only to find he was too late Her soul had deteriorated and died. Crying to the skies he lifts his sword Placing it on his heart he slowly slides it in Giving his life to be with his love Destroying the elf Knight of Hollow Glen.Birth sign: Pisces
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