Beyond the dark a Shadow waits
supressing truths and masking lies,
He knows your plans...anticipates,
no doubt, to him, you're no surprise.
Torment and pain are his forte,
he knows concealment will mislead.
He watches you, with bliss he'll play,
His chasm permeates with greed.
On dismal horse he wars and fights,
quenching thirsts where shadows dwell,
and should your lantern spark a light,
your noble efforts sure to quell.
Fear not the scheming Darkened One,
infinite void rests on his plate.
His life of doom almost begun,
Abyssed in exile is his fate.
So cast a fire of zealous brood,
and burn that darkness 'till it weeps.
Awaken Spirit of your mood
Do not delay or slumber keep!