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