I wrote this a while ago on my refrigerator with magnetic poetry.
Taint

A thousand men in the void
use the death black power
Life shines in sweet madness
They do not sweat
Iron mist dreams crush in a moment
To fall screaming here is real
If only light is above shadow
No summer could be eternity
Part of all must go
But of the dedicated some will live
True day is near
After the ache from your chains
I need to stop them
I am the Dragon.