The Black Swordsman
There’s red and brown all over
The only black is death
Winged creatures hide in the shadows
Still the black swordsman walks on
There is rape and wounds in the heart of the people
Fear is the ruler in this new era
And the era is hell on earth
Wasn't it everywhere though?
In his mind, in his dreams, in his heart
They are lifeless as proof of this
He is friendless as proof of this, alone is what he believes
he will be forever, he is wrong
However they are shapeless from this distance
All he has is the nightmares and the voices that whisper the
future is uncertain
That death is the way
That the black swordsman walks
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