Infinite Crusade
Shadows creep, stalk and hound,
Each nook and cranny darkness bound,
A barrage of glacial, remorseless hue,
Intangible loathe to the morning sun’s skew.
A god of warmth and of light,
Ascending slowly to oppress and fight,
The shadows that enslaved and bound,
Defenseless creatures finally found.
Alas the eternal struggle persists,
Not by tangible weapons and fists,
Victory could not be stolen or won,
This cycle could never be undone.
For in each corner in the morn,
Ravenous shadows lay in wait,
Droves of darkness finally born,
As the sun sets and pursues its fate.
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