The Forbidden: Darke Child

Created by darkness,
Shadows were his reasons,
blood, chaos and violence,
his only feelings.

Blue eyes and golden hair,
a mockery of the good and fair.
A Lord of chaos he was created,
a fallen angel, who never regretted.

Riding a steed of darkness and demons,
walking the line,
between the cruel and the hopeful dreamers,
He waits to crush you into dust,
mind, body, soul,
he will take what he must.

A sword of shadow and blackness he wields,
forged from the cruelty and pain of human beings,
He has led armies to war,
and his enemies to death,
swearing allegiance to the dark lords,
to whom, he is their favorite pet.

He bathes in the blood of his opponents foolish,
His cruel, vindictive, clever, but never boorish,
Death his cloak of black and red,
Bones crunch beneath as his boots tread.

Never bested or brought to his knees,
triumphant the darkness, as it sees,
When he raises his sword and points it forwards,
Death reigns the night and all that mourn it.