On top of these valleys and hills,
Lay a lone figure, standing pale and still,
A guardian of the shadows, a figure of doubt,
Manipulator of darkness, inside out.
He guards the Death Waters.
Eternally, he stands and waits,
For a day when the universe is free of hate,
Naively waiting, without motion,
He watches these silent oceans.
As he guards the Death Waters.
Watching his fate cascading within.
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-07-11 12:48:34
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