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.
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