Sequel to the poem "Twilight"
The shadows fall on a huanted land,
Not by the dead but by my own hand.
I can't believe I've fallen this far,
But this time its enough, I'm breaking par.
You've taken my soul and broken my life,
You ripped my body like a knife,
But now it's my turn, prepare yourself,
Because against you, I would sacrifice any wealth.
I fear this may be my last fight,
I fear soon will come a final night,
So I tell all who will listen my blight,
I am finally trying to find my own light.
Let the fire consume you.