Obsidian Knights

In shadows cast by moonlit, fading light, The knights of obsidian rise, shrouded, bold, With armor forged in the depths of the night, A whispering tale through the ages told. Their swords a gleam of darkness, cold and keen, With every strike, they weave a fate unkind, For in their hearts a tempest stirs unseen, Long past redemption—only wrath confined. Yet underneath that veil of dusk and dread, A flicker lives—the dreams they dare defend; Against the tide on which all hopes are fed, These warriors sorrow’s bitter threads transcend. So heed the call where shadows intertwine: Not all that's dark is lost; some light can shine.