The night is echoing into damnation
The light is fading away from salvation.
Yet, I am somewhere in between
And I feel like I can be seen.
The eyes of a fallen hero are upon me
He dives into the pit of hell, no light seen.
Follow him down, and see the blade bright
Slashing through the dark, ominous blight.
But the hatred was too much for him
His sword drops, and drains very dim.
Darkness claims the noble soul
And the dark takes the sword to extol.
They put a dark twist on the white hot blade
The made it into a darkened blade of shade.
They rendered his mind into a hateful rage
And left him alone in a dark, secluded cage.
They light came and fought for the soul and sword
Returned him to the light to report to their lord.
He was not well, not right in any sense
He was bothered by their holy incense.
Mentality snaps, takes the darkened holy blade
Running, killing all who try to stop him, a crusade.
Leaping down the chasm, finding a ledge in between
To be between the light and darkness, never seen.
This Noble Soul is Death, forged in light and corrupted in the dark
He collects tolls of souls when traveling from dark to light, no lark.
He is a Noble Soul, with a Darkened Blade aglow
In a crimson stained black robe, shrouded in woe.