Cimmerian

In Cimmerian's heart, where night is king, A shroud of black, where silent whispers cling. No starry light, no moonbeam's tender kiss, A velvet night, where all is amiss. A name that echoes through the endless dark, Cimmerian calls and leaves its mark. A chilling word that freezes to the core, Where shadows reign, and peace is no more. The sun forgot to rise this morn, Left the world in endless night forlorn. No dawn to cleave the suffocating night, No sun to bring the world to light. The air is thick with an unseen dread, A heavy cloak, a weight upon the head. A silence deep, where secrets keep, And restless spirits their vigil keep. The heart beats fast, its rhythm wild, As fear takes hold, in this land defiled. A phantom's touch, so cold and sly, In Cimmerian's grasp, where hopes all die. A realm of night, where light is lost, And fear takes flight, no matter the cost. A place where dreams to dust return, And shadows dance, in malicious spurn. Yet in this dark, a spark takes flight, A will that challenges the night. For in the hearts of those who dare, A fire burns, a hope beyond compare. Cimmerian may reign with its velvet night, But within the brave, a flame burns bright. And so, they fight, against the gloom, To chase away the endless doom. For though the dark may be profound, The light within, can still be found. In Cimmerian's realm, where night is deep, The courageous keep their watchful sweep. So let the shadows twist and turn, For every soul, a lesson learns. That in the black, where fear instills, The strength of spirit, all darkness kills.