Nightrun: attempts at dark poetry

At the darkest hour, in the deepest night, I was carrying my everlasting fright. The churning sea, and the storm, Oh, heaviest burden, and raging fire, While ascending higher and higher, I feel the shadows, it is sure, Once, I remember, I was pure. Burning waters, raining fires, Elements are shaken, trembling the earth, I gave up my birthright, my birth. Driven I am already, by demonic forces. And the four knights are riding with their horses, Only for me, oh my soul, flee, flee, Lord where are you? Save me, My Majesty...

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E-bog: 15. maj 2024