In shadows deep where sunlight fails, A crimson sky and wind that wails, The world was seized by demons' claws, Unraveling our mortal laws.
From chasms dark and fires wide, They poured through cracks we could not hide, With eyes of flame and hearts of ice, They twisted day to endless night.
The rivers boiled, the mountains bled, The forests turned a ghastly red, Cities crumbled, dreams undone, Beneath the weight of shadowed sun.
​Their whispers filled the fractured air, A symphony of grim despair, Promises of pain and dread, Echoed where the brave once tread.
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The moon, a bloodied sentinel, Watched over lands now far from well, As hope became a distant ghost, Haunted by this demonic host.
The stars withdrew their silver light, Cloaked in veils of endless night, The seas, once blue, now black as pitch, Swallowed ships without a hitch.
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Beneath their reign, we lost our way, A world ensnared in dark dismay, No morning came, no dawn to break, Just endless night, for night’s own sake.
Yet in the heart of deepest gloom, A spark remained, a seed to bloom, In whispers soft, a prayer was cast, For this dark age, it too shall pass.
For every demon born of night, There burns a candle, frail but bright, In secret places, hidden still, The strength of humans' iron will.
So in this world where demons tread, Remember those who fight undead, For light can pierce the darkest veil, And hope will rise where shadows fail.
One day, the dawn will break anew, With skies returned to pristine blue, The demons’ reign, a tale of yore, In hearts of those who fought before.
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