A place within Light where Darkness lives,
Amongst a Fate that takes, exists an Anomaly that gives.
A portal from Life to existence beyond Death,
Along a Journey that claims man’s last breaths.
A power of magnitude that surpasses infinity.
Somewhere amongst Holy divinity.
A Man fraught with Sorrow,
A Being tortured by Memory,
A Warrior abandoned by the Fallen,
Haunted by what had befallen.
A Sword meant to ****,
A Weapon sharpened to make men still.
A Tool created to protect,
By claiming lives in ways men cannot detect.
A Cowl that covers and hides,
A Hood that casts shadows and lies,
A Veil that enshrouds and denies,
So He can conceal his knives.
A Mask capable of engulfing identity,
A Barrier empowered to separate him from enemies.
A Facade designed to warp their perceptions,
In order to fulfill a scheme of deceptions.
A flash of blades and a wisp of darkness,
Remain the calling cards of the heartless.
Gold and Treasure,
Power and Magic,
The draws of Man that make him tragic.
Keeps and Castles,
Woods and Mountains,
Places full of Dangers and Fountains.
Books full of tasking Riddles,
Complemented by Quandaries of Fiddles.
Practice Swords and ensuing Bruises,
Unfair Flurries and Flashes an Apprentice Muses.
Time turned to Strength,
Time turned to Power,
Forces called forth that make men Cower.
Each step recorded in History,
Each word captured in Tune,
As the Shadow emerges along with a Rune.