Darkness - it is blackest night,
Rolling mists encompass all,
Electric energy surrounds,
Opaque clouds roll across the sky.
Gale-like winds disturb the trees,
Arching their strong boughs.
Now shaking, they hail as their Lord:
...Dreogan - the Dark Knight.
Shrouded in his blood-red cloak,
Unshaken by the midnight storm,
Fearing naught he roams the earth,
Forsaken - hurt by those he loved.
Evil lies behind his eyes,
Reigning all within his flesh.
Empty and devoid of hope,
Rage consumes; he suffers yet.
Close behind and unbeknownst
A dark and brooding beauty
Listens to the Dark Knight's cries,
In silence, grieving at his loss.
A flame within consumes her soul
No remedy can quell the blaze,
Alone, yet near the one she loves,
...mourning wand'rer - Caliana.
Lachrymose she follows him
Along the twisted path he treads,
Drowning in her brackish tears,
Yearning to relieve his pain.
Pallid face, eyes dull with grief,
A mournful visage to behold,
In and through all pressing on,
Never yielding - Lady Pain.
Forsaken, both, they toil on,
Oblivious to all but pain.
Reverberating, wailing voices,
Screaming, crying, yet unheard.
Aching, Caliana weeps,
Kneeling, reaching for her Knight,
Expending gaugeless energy,
Naught profits; she remains alone.
Now blind to love, in pain's embrace,
Open hands aren't seen by him.
Wand'ring onward steadily
Death creeps behind, remaining close.
Yearning after her Dark Lord,
Inside, love's tight'ning stranglehold.
Near to each other, yet so far,
Grieving, press on...'til they die.