We are the Dark
We are the deep
We are the fangs,
Hooves and teeth.

We are the horror,
Nightmares bestow,
The dreaded undead,
At your window.

Upon wings of Pain,
A shadowy pall,
Whispers of Corruption,
To which you befall.

From Earth we arise,
To Earth all succumb,
In Strife, your plight,
The only outcome.

A blanket of red,
A bending of spines,
Embracing the end,
Will be most sublime.

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Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 11th of Khepary, in the year 491 MA.