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The Darker Half
Black dragons fly
the ancient worms
winged heralds of Fate’s will
hoarding the gold of its kill
that is always its terms
for it owns the sky
Made from magic gone awry
its purpose lost over the age
its has become a thing of its own
living and dying a thing alone
a titanic inferno of rage
until it accepts to die
Long lived beast of lore
hunted, hunting the night sky
extracting its terrible needs from the land
until the day it succumbs to another’s hand
Sad the life it lives to lose
the history its lived through
and sadder still that it has to be killed
for it needs its hot rage sated fulfilled
so the old task is still to do
by any means or by any ruse
We bring it with us you know
for it resides with us as always
one a mirrored part of the other’s fate of old
and blessed we’ve had our share of heroes bold
until the end of of all the days
so our shared fates will go
Good morning, Ms Feather!
