The Dark by Rudhfeniel
The twighlight isle, the bloodied stone,
water far and wide.
A baby stands up all alone,
against the rising tide.
No candles burn this fatefull morn,
the darkness shall be mine.
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wow that ROCKS!! I love the words you used . . . like cold, dark music mingled with fire . . . BRAVO!
The second verse was particularly effective, although it doesn’t particulary give a Lord of the Rings impression as the other verses do. I like it a lot overall. Wonderful work.