The Reaver of Nosgoth
By Ryoken
Twilight stands as hard as stone,
stone betrays the earth.
The earth grows that which is honed,
the trees have more than one birth.
The sharpened tools kill the hunters of lore.
The cycle turns once more.
Those that I speak of are vampires called.
Betrayed are they by the elements
and by the very elements, their lives are forestalled.
Night's twilight hides hunters with gladness,
sun's rays will do them pain and sadness.
Fear caused turns into madness.
Madness turns to action upon another.
Action hurts one way or the other.
"The Wheel of Fate must turn," the Elder had said.
"Those who are bound must be made dead."
One vampire decimated them all.
Stood before their lord, unappalled.
For he was once his master
who betrayed him as the elements do.
He did it with vengeance,
not with three others, nor two.
But alone he suffered,
the pain of betrayal deep in his heart,
not knowing when the next treachery would start.
Alone he stood when cast was he,
into the abyss, so unfairly.
One by one, his brothers fell,
captured were they in their corpse of a shell.
Kindled by master, rose from the grave,
six were they total, four deaths were they gave.
Destiny calls, he faces the truth solo.
More pain is caused, but still, elements follow.
They create twists and turns
to where his destiny awaits.
These elements of destiny can govern,
but they also are called the fates.
Twilight stands as hard as stone,
stone betrays the earth.
The earth grows that which is honed,
the trees have more than one birth.
The shapened tools kill the hunters of lore.
The cycle turns once more.
By Ryoken
Twilight stands as hard as stone,
stone betrays the earth.
The earth grows that which is honed,
the trees have more than one birth.
The sharpened tools kill the hunters of lore.
The cycle turns once more.
Those that I speak of are vampires called.
Betrayed are they by the elements
and by the very elements, their lives are forestalled.
Night's twilight hides hunters with gladness,
sun's rays will do them pain and sadness.
Fear caused turns into madness.
Madness turns to action upon another.
Action hurts one way or the other.
"The Wheel of Fate must turn," the Elder had said.
"Those who are bound must be made dead."
One vampire decimated them all.
Stood before their lord, unappalled.
For he was once his master
who betrayed him as the elements do.
He did it with vengeance,
not with three others, nor two.
But alone he suffered,
the pain of betrayal deep in his heart,
not knowing when the next treachery would start.
Alone he stood when cast was he,
into the abyss, so unfairly.
One by one, his brothers fell,
captured were they in their corpse of a shell.
Kindled by master, rose from the grave,
six were they total, four deaths were they gave.
Destiny calls, he faces the truth solo.
More pain is caused, but still, elements follow.
They create twists and turns
to where his destiny awaits.
These elements of destiny can govern,
but they also are called the fates.
Twilight stands as hard as stone,
stone betrays the earth.
The earth grows that which is honed,
the trees have more than one birth.
The shapened tools kill the hunters of lore.
The cycle turns once more.