The last King of the Living went to his coffin and wept
His tear flowed free and salty in the tender darkness that enveloped
The final light in his mind burned its final flame
Burning itself into oblivion
The war was over...
Tears of blood had been shed
So much the moon rose ruby red
Frowning full moon, the only witness
The King sunk further into the depth
Tens of thousands swept through to the unknown
Loyal Fearless Fighters!
Not understanding there is no beating death, no mattar how good the fight
No matter how much you believe in the light
From darkness we come and unto it we return
As the coffin lid closed
And the red moon rose
The King convered into darkness his last light struggling against the vast empty
He finally understood it all
Nor could Dark ever fully win.
I love poetry.