(Salvatore Rosa, 1668)
The shadows keep coming,
I know not what to do,
but the next time they appear,
I'll ensure it is the last.
Together I bring an army that serves,
soldiers that say not but will fight for me,
along in the mundane they are seen as strong,
but only as a whole are they not weak in the dark.
I know the dark will come,
at light they are all here,
but in the dark they play,
and try to tormet my sleep.
Warned of what is to pass they may see their end,
strong willed are they as not a one departs,
brave as are each not a goodbye is said,
confident they will pull through night intact.
Rise up from nowhere now,
unleash you evil upon me,
cower before my own hoard,
forever leave me to be.
Swords to the skies my own rise to the beast,
a skeletal apparition that swoops upon me,
dashed are their hopes as the steel cuts not a trace,
failing are their legs as the dark mage lets out a scream.
We have seen your offer,
one I did not make,
and shall I accept it,
I would be left in peace.
Gazing upon my forces now puddles on the floor,
failed me in battle but were not asked to fight,
exchange them for a life without the shadows,
replaced instead with a life frought with guilt.
The shadows go away,
unhappy with my choice,
yet satisfied to know,
again they will torment me.