RISE OF THE SHADOW KING
An age, an æon, and a day, tho' some may count it more
For long ago it was indeed 'ere legend grew from lore.
The sky was dim as tho' by cloud though all could see it clear
And all the land was wreathed in shroud, a mantle for it's fear.
The East fell into silence as the west flew up in flame
The land between that once was green could only now proclaim
"It comes! HE comes! The darkest hour. The last that we shall see."
And thus was how the final day fulfilled the prophesy.
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