Lo, the Morn, my bitter, the world forgot,
How to love you without selfish causes.
Behold, us Shadows, crestfallen and fraught,
Diseased with Sin, the untamed and lawless.
Eternal nightmares consuming your world,
Pestering the righteous and breaking day.
Shattered Shadows become souls wielding swords,
Blades to your neck, they progress your decay.
But the might of your Light dies and rebirths,
Casting sight, revealing Daemons of Night,
And we seize the wicked and dance in mirth,
For triumph’s succeeded by mind and sight.
Let not discouragement bury good heart.
Conquered Shadows will recede back to dark.
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