The Last King of the Living

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
Bright
Pure

Burning itself into oblivion
The war was over...

Tears of blood had been shed
and bled

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!
Representing life.
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.