A wrecked knights plea
In the stormy night
For some food and shelter
Till the approach of light

Dripping and drapping
Some dragging and begging
For the light not to come
While, praying and nagging

The spirit of dead surrounds
While rain of fire showers
Upon the half dead knights
Feeding onto their powers

I am lost to continue this journey
The fog fills in the sight
Howling, splashes all I hear
The hell breaks, tonight...


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