Blackness, far as the eye can see-
Corpse fed spits in the gnarled tree-
No creature in this world knows my name-
Not one unnameable thing sees my shame-
I came from the light with blackest wings-
To the glory world of dark the cretin sings-
Here in the dark and cold I stay-
Where twilit shadows run and play-
Deep down in the midnight pit-
Where there is a black tree where a throne should sit-
[I'm not very good at writing poetry, but this is my best faith attempt, don't even know what I was trying to get at with this one..]
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