A/N: Hello everyone! I wrote another poem, :), I know, I do that way too much…
This is dedicated to Nightfall of Anime, who wrote at least half of it, but decided to let me post it, thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glory, Deathbringer, or any part of WoF…nor do I own half of the lines here…
Enjoy!
A cold dagger rests in the hand of a shadow,
An assassin sent to kill,
The many colors turn to one, red.
The blood of dragonets, soldiers, and parents.
All will see him...nameless, soulless.
A shadow of the night, a whisper of death.
A darkening light, in speechless breath.
Innocents fall dead, pawns of a higher power.
A bringer of death will rise and never cower,
Not beneath his queen, enemies, nor friends.
Yet a scale of many colors will win his heart, but not soul.
One who is young, but seen many horrors,
Caused one but never looked back.
Defiant until the end, determined to break a picture.
Haunted by the past, tormented by the future,
Many possibilities, many risks, happiness in only few doors.
Each door, holding a lock of agony and happy pain.
A gnawing conscience, born of screaming souls.
Yet sleep seems impossible to the dead,
Naught until the harbinger of death is redeemed…
A/N: Thanks to Nightfall of Anime, again, for…well…everything. Thanks to you, reader, for reading, hope you enjoyed!