Takhisis' Call
'Tis a winsome light
That surrenders to the growing night,
Listen to the song of sweet dark's wings
As it rises to fall again.
Heed the call in your soul
Hasten along the path to power,
Where the mistress, dark and cold,
will grant you all that you desire.
Watch the night swallow the dying day
And the light turn to dark
Let the wind kiss your hair
And the darkness claim you whole.
Reach out your hand
As our dread queen's might grows
And blood stains the keening land
To touch the shadows.
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Author's Ending Note: It was at first a poem I meant to add to a piece of
original work I had written, but I changed some of the words, fiddled with
it here and there...and this is the result. I hope you have enjoyed it.
Please review.
Travithian Axile out
'Tis a winsome light
That surrenders to the growing night,
Listen to the song of sweet dark's wings
As it rises to fall again.
Heed the call in your soul
Hasten along the path to power,
Where the mistress, dark and cold,
will grant you all that you desire.
Watch the night swallow the dying day
And the light turn to dark
Let the wind kiss your hair
And the darkness claim you whole.
Reach out your hand
As our dread queen's might grows
And blood stains the keening land
To touch the shadows.
...............................................................................................................
Author's Ending Note: It was at first a poem I meant to add to a piece of
original work I had written, but I changed some of the words, fiddled with
it here and there...and this is the result. I hope you have enjoyed it.
Please review.
Travithian Axile out