Dedicated to a loved one
Dust swept over deceased sorrow,
A city so alive, now left hollow.
Dreams of wealth and power, beyond,
The grave in which they stood, so prompt,
Had come this duty, of inhumanity.
Their skill aside comparison,
Wherein dragged fangs, their garrison.
And life would flow to those, dead,
Untreated, with them had Lucifer met.
And there came one, with blood so crisp,
An undead's heart, alive and beating.
Rythmatic flows and thoughts of the Master,
Who watched him build this horrific disaster.
A disease so silent spread fast in rage,
For these creatures was the Chosen to face.
No cries for help, nor mercy allowed,
By this Left Hand, which helped fear sprout.
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