-=Darkness Embodied=-
Visions of dispair fill my mind,
Like a plague of Loktus on a farmer's field.
He walks like a man,
Speaks as a devil,
Looks like Hell itself.
Flames fill his footsteps,
Burning everything he touches.
With wings like a Great Red Wurm,
Dark in size, light in hue.
He wanders the world in search for joy
But all he touches burns to ash.
He has felt no joy in his painfilled life,
And feels no remorse for waht he has done,
For he knows not what remorse is.
He feels just a void in his crimson mind,
with rose-colored hands at side.
In front of him lies fields of green,
Behind him fields of black.
With ash'd legs,
Darkend face,
He glares toward the trees.
Brittle and bloched they wilt and rot.
Till nothing more is left.
He is the Darkness,
The Hate of this world.
He is the pain of 3000 years,
300 thrice is his sorrow.
He is inside everyone,
This darken'd beast is.
There is but one way
To extinguish His flame,
But tis your own quest
To find it, is it not?
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-=Kroh's Book of Darkness=-
Welcome all who dare open this book!
By opening this, you venture in the the very core of the dark and twisted space that is my Soul. I wish you all to read it, if you are up to the task...
Please, enjoy your stay!
Kroh
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