By phoenix (Age: 23)
Copyright 03-08-2014
The sealed Kingdom in a horrifying place
where the Werewolves howl chills the blood and sends ripples of fear down your spine
a place that never sees the light but always the dead of night
a place were the screams of the damned echo through the spectral wind,
a wind that never feels warm but always an unnatural cold
like death itself is imbued within it,
and as the darkest part of the eternal night approaches,
the moon rises over the Fortress of the condemned,
and gleams its dreary light upon the kingdom making the land glow a ghastly silver,
just light enough to see were you are going…
But faint enough to not see what’s hidden in the darkness…
the Birthplace of evil Land of eternal darkness,
this is the sealed Kingdom forever drenched in shadow,
hidden within the trenches of eternity, lost in the currents of dream
beneath the tides of time, lying broken in the cold, lifeless abyss
in the place of wolves, that roam betwixt mortality and mortality’s dream
in a place of hidden demons that dance upon the winds of mystery
atop a lone mountain, assaulted through eternity by the howl of treachery
so lies the Sealed Kingdom, forever drenched in shadow,
and so lies the darkness that once dwelt upon the land.
The darkness that once breathed.
That once walked.
That once thought.
That now lies in slumber, awaiting the day,
when the eternal companion of darkness shall awaken anew
a companion by the name
of Fate…
Slumbering in shadow, the stars beam down faint light
In the moonlight, they respect the interlopers
in the darkness, twisted inside reality
people will now believe my story of.
The sealed kingdom, in slumber
the blood night keeps the morning dew away
The lost tale, of this damned place
will be sealed away, until its legend fades, then all…
will be true…
Beneath melancholy black clouds and above mystic black waters lies the Cursed Castle of Ages Old; the castle long abandoned by the living and captured by haunted souls of those not yet fully dead lies in a plane of forgotten time evermore. The sun has forgotten what that place looks like, and the darkness has erased the glory that once shone out radiantly from the splendid nation. Now it is little more than the sporting grounds of ghouls and monsters worse than can the dark woods hold. The dark stone road greets no travelers and the mountainous landscape conceals the skeleton of a castle from any would be adventurous soul who may by chance find the relic of a nation and wish to exploit it. Such places should never be found by such people, for certain agony is the only outcome. Shadows fade into darkness and mist vanishes into black rock. Such things should never be seen by men…
By a border of fear,
was a kingdom of cold,
sealed far away,
yet so very near…
Enter who may leave,
And leave all ye who enter,
for in the shadows
lies the spider’s weave…
Across a barren land
Of death and sorrow
Fight or defend…
The darkness yearns
It lies in wait
To kill all that returns,
You fall to your knees in despair,
For your love lies behind the walls,
Never to be seen again,
Inside the Sealed Kingdom…
When the night is in peril,
Monsters come out.
The wolves howl,
And blood drips.
Always seeing the dead of darkness,
Never to see the moon.
The Darkness rules here forever more, the lorde who owned it died.
The castle still mourns it’s owners death, and lets none but him in.
Perhaps the Darkness isn’t evil.
Perhaps it needs a friend.
Join the Darkness, one by one, line up in your graves.
Let the Darkness come to you, let it be your slave.
Let no-one tell you that you cannot be.
Let them tell you not.
Instead just bring them to the shadows.
The Darkness will take their life.
This masterpiece was made possible by several writers myself included for writing their own sections of this legend
TsurugisFlame
BeautyGamer
Asher Labrousse
Kalzone_Kat
Renee Nicole
GatsbyAndAvery
Myself Evan Stokely Aka Phoenix
And finally Donavan Martinez for his section of it and for his brilliant idea to put all of our seperate poems into one giant legend
I hope you enjoy this piece I look forward to your review and comments.
Enjoy
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