The Knights of the End of Time

The Knights of the End of Time

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Before the end of time we will revert to a previous time to face the greatest evil

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death, dying, world, souls, evil, alone, hand, lies, wish, fight, disease, fear, breathe, hell, live, alive, sword, creature, art, final, bliss, pray, egos, died, demon, lord, vow, hearts, beaten, futile, open, race, smell, battle, skies, cried, honour, great, burning, flesh, fragile, dragons, disgrace, savour, thou, knights, revolves, rotting, humankind, devolves, fearing, besieges, taunts, cajoles, dethroned, spewing, hunted, crown, waged, falter, stead, solemn

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Before the end of time we will revert to a previous time to face the greatest evil

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Submitted: June 10, 2007

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Submitted: June 10, 2007

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The Knights of the End of Time

Open eyes on demon skies
Watch as the world revolves
Savour the smell of rotting flesh
As humankind devolves

The lies we cried, inside we died
All fearing for our souls
The creature that besieges us now
Forever taunts us and cajoles

For we live dethroned by evil owned
A beaten fragile race
Our egos once so great of might
Now spewing fear unto our face

A dying, hunted race alone
Demon dragons bear on us down
We fight with burning hearts alive
For our honour and the crown

In futile battle waged with hell
I will not falter on mighty stead
For sword in hand, together we’ll stand
Til' struck down by death’s disease

With last breath bliss, my mortal wish
I face my death with solemn vow
My lord give me the strength to die
Pray I not disgrace the great art thou

 

 

If you enjoyed this poem and would like to read more of my work I currently have two books available that can be obtained through the links below.

 Velvet Death – The Dark Poetry Anthologyhttp://www.lulu.com/content/177683 Velvet Paradox – The 2nd Dark Poetry Anthologyhttp://www.lulu.com/content/254973

 


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