The Dark Night
His majesty stands on the edge of the cliff waiting to be pushed, as the queen of light laughs
and mocks him. The dimensions have been altered and realities turned to fiction. The dark night
is here grab your candles the angels of Babylon are coming. They will liberate you from your
chains, for a price. As the angels arrive their enemies come swiftly riding chariots of death and
plague. Where is the northern wind? When shall the west wind fall? Shall the south subdue all?
Or will the east wind conquer them all? Either way child you soul is forfeit. Nothing to do but
weep, weep as his majesty did. Although his fate was sealed do not let the queen of light trick
you her salvation is nothing but a mere folk tale written through the times to get you through
the dark nights.
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