Anubis Den

King

Somewhere
Across the world
Sits a man
Bathing in the darkness
Soaking in the night
Absorbing the nothingness
Listening to the words
Of a long past prophet
Whose words never came true
Yelling into the night
Without a sound
As his vision dulls
His senses numb
Blindness creeps
Into his brain
A fallen king is given
To the darkness
Never to recover
From its grasp
Eternally captive to
His own lost prison
The dark claims his soul
Without a struggle
His life is over.

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