The Eve
As eve descends upon the light land
blinds and drapes shut none see no one can
the wind softly howls the streetlights shudder
inside the house we assemble the band
looking at the map this is the plan:
we pick the lock and slaughter the man
his guards will fight to their very last breath
we must kill the prophet's line in the sand
from the building we tip-toed on out
our best disguise came from the puffed clouds
the rain poured as we walked to the gold fort
at our destination there was a crowd
the clairvoyant was preaching quite loud
dripping wet his followers all bowed
he pointed at us and asked our mission
we simply stared refusing to be cowed
the swords were raised the battle was fought
throats slit guts hang as the seer was caught
pleading to me why must you shed my blood
for my place and people to have a spot
I stood alone in the battlefield
and entered the camp seeking to yield
the chalice of night which rings my dreams true
I am the prophet assuming the field
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