。'Twas a night of dread, when darkness spread
Across the land in fiendish glee.
Within a manor grim, where shadows skim,
The coven plotted wickedly.
Led by a master vile, with crooked smile,
They gathered 'round their gruesome tree.
Adorned with bone, they made their moan,
And chanted blasphemy.
The air grew thick, the candles flicked,
As they called to Satan with delight.
With thunderous roar, he rose evermore
From infernal realms of night.
His eyes aflame, the evildoers came
To worship their unholy lord.
The ritual dire fueled dark desire
As they embraced the horde.
But hope remained, a light unstained
In one brave warrior's heart.
With sword in hand he made his stand
Against evil's crooked art.
Against the throng, he fought headlong
To banish the demonic blight.
Good conquered ill, the world was still,
As he won the eternal fight.
So while shadows creep, take heart and keep
The light of good alive.
For righteous souls can still life's woes
And darkness drive. 。
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𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 / 𝓡𝓱𝔂𝓶𝓮𝓼
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