Once of noble times now deceased
corrupted now he was cursed by a priest
undead in the waking night he forged
alliences with the untold each gorged
on souls of human and animal alike
All that was left a husk lingering on a spike.

Where elegant spires once stood aloft
now they decay, no longer colours of soft
hues. He looks upon a kingdom of  blight
no longer of beauty now tainted in sight.
Standing proud of what was below desecrated  
by his hand, what abomination had the priest created.

Some thought of virtue and honour did try
to end his rein, but alas the dead don't die
as easy as the living breathe. All who fell
by his sword were kept beneath his citadel.
Becoming defiled as he laced them with
a parchment of cloth, no longer was it myth.

His cloak of souls now dishevelled, but so many
had been risen for his unjust deeds would any
end this endless terror. She walked upon the steps in
purest white dress, the shadows did dissipate within
with each of her lingering steps. It knew that fate
was about to be challenged, no longer would she wait.

Drawing on his infected wrath, he lunged swiftly for this
girl in her ivory gown. A rose she lifted which he dismissed,
She blew the petals of the onyx black towards his features.
Whispered words as each flew, she was one of the preachers
This rose of twilight touched upon him and ashes fell,
in moments he was nothing but a stain lingering in hell.