A wordless curse,
the winds own verse,
through darkened forest flies.
With unseen eyes
and wingless flight
a spell cast ore the night.
A deepening dread
with shadowed head
cloaked about by mist.
Ardent fire in iron fist,
obscured and hidden
by darkness bidden
To seek and search
its wicked perch
calling through the night.
With savage delight
this specter unfurled
upon a weary world.
A rider with light aligned
searching, hunting pursues behind.
Garbed in colors of the earth,
traversing the narrow firth
upon a roan red horse,
tracking an unseen course.
Eyes keen and sword in hand
sent at the Captains own command,
stepping down upon earths stone.
No mortal has ever known
that battles raged so near
their hearth and homes so dear.
Thunder echoes and lightning cracks
legion from shadow attacks,
beginning the battle with fierce cry.
Argen swords against night sky as
battle raged from forest to glade
fire flung from silvery blade.
With labored breath,
the stench of death
around the demon clings
from his throat a cry rings,
an eldritch squall,
an unearthly call.
One final blow given
the demon driven
and sent forever from sight.
Again rider and roan unite
and set upon their course
the Captain’s will to enforce.
On through day and night
just beyond human sight
silent, unheard
by light spurred,
riding near and far
from earth to heavens star.
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