To The Abyss
Louder than the night
a steed of black blight
death on the hunt
wings of the Abyss.
A black pegasus
foreboding, infite.
A bolero of hooves
the drums of the Abyss.
Eyes of fire flaring
ever watchful
ever waiting, come now quickly
to carry you to the Abyss.
Death himself awaits:
He who answers to no one.
You are his now,
the Keeper of
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