Subgenre: Dark Fantasy, Horror
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I rode abroad upon my steed,
fair locks upon the wind,
my youthful song and bold decrees
poured forth from blitheful grin
"The world is mine! I shall prevail!
No beast can conquer me!
My fortune lies beyond this vale!"
I cried with fervency.
I fought great beasts of fearsome strength,
wild beast and fiend alike,
the many crowds would give their thanks
and marvel at my might.
I met with many wounds and blows
yet I would always mend.
Upon my flesh the scars arose
from battles end on end.
But as the years and miles passed by
there came some strange new fiends
that neither sword nor shield could pacify
and struck at hopes ungleaned
I found my bones no longer strong,
my heart began to ache,
soul burdened with a journey long
and joys I ne'er partake.
More and more, my foes grew foul,
my battles grimmer still;
great praises turned to empty howls
like winter's icy chill.
Yet still I rode, and still I fought,
each time my cuts would heal;
the wond'rous fortune I once sought
was losing its appeal.
But I knew naught but war and strife,
bloodshed within my heart;
as I prolonged my loathsome life;
my heart grew ever dark.
And as I wondered, lost, alone,
if it could ever end,
my flesh fell to my final foe,
my limbs to tear and rend.
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Beneath The Moonlight
PoetryKnights in shining armour, doomed princesses, witches... all the subjects of lost song and lore. A collection of fantasy-flavoured poetry that doesn't quite fit anywhere else. Cover by @Leighabear0625
