The Darkest knight awakes from the Abyss
He slashes at enemies but his swords amiss
He has been sleeping so long
He finds combat wrong
His sword adorned with runes shines in the darkness of night
and even with all his might...
He cannot break the confineds of his mind
The Magic box that is his mind traps everyone one of his kind
and even though he need not dine
Mortal food he finds
And without his mind being in the right place
He dies
and Along comes a reanimationist and dissects his eyes

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Chakros, in the year 246 MA.