Poem of dark beauty from Hasty



A powerful storm is sitting on the horizon

Hovering and watching you, your choices

Skeletons get restless and dance anxiously

Waiting for you to open Pandora ’s Box

Invisible ghosts haunt silently, lingering

Her voice calls for you, reaching, searching

Your hearts long ago stitched together

You can feel her darkness absorb your light

And you sharpen your sword for battle

You hunt the painter of black, now your prey

As his evil plagues your blood with vengeance

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