Half pure Half Mud

Stars shining in the sky;
Beautiful, no room to cry
Sitting alone by deep, dark lake,
Head on hands, shoulders shake.
All friends gone in one night,
The battle began the terrable fight.
One dark wizard wanted to rule,
He used people like disposable tools.
Power crazy, evil in blood,
Only half pure, half mud,
Power crazy, head sane,
Only himself, Not in league with bane
He killed these people, he ruined these lives.
Families gone; husbands and wives.
Only himself, he didnt want to know.
How many people had to go.
Or how many died, completing his dare,
He chose the shoes he wanted to wear.