Lonely days
Dark knights
Ride past
Armour gleaming
In moonlight
Swords drawn
Shields raised
Defiantly screaming
Blood curdling
Hate
As IT
Raises high
IT'S Tail
Strike ready
They charge
Rushing forth
To Battle
I run
Past panting
Sore afraid
Of confruntation
Outcomes
Will IT
Eat me
Eat them
What result
Should I
Desire
Lonely Days
Dark Knights
Follow me
Death's messengers
Fighting IT
In place
Of me
Stretching out
Into infinity
As I
Await
A Result
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