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The night devoured the morning, the fires burnt the ground

A worthy foe on the battlefield was nowhere to be found

Armies fell and rose again, to serve them on their side

They march on with audacity that cannot be denied

Onto the last victory, they’re ready for the game

The closing play in this theatre of pain

The curtain shall come down when the last kingdom’s controlled

By eternal darkness, as the prophecy foretold

The last battalion of the fair

Quavering in despair

Their champion arose

“We must take no remorse

…in our own death”

They’re flying high, observing puppets on the stage

Every scene filling them with bitterness and rage

Putting all resources into the final fight

Vast armies stretch beyond the line of sight

The air is getting thick from the grizzling sounds

Of weapons slicing flesh and bodies hitting ground

Past the point of no return, the oath has been sworn

A new sea of blood is bound here to be formed

Have no fear, pain is here

Fire! Fire!

Liberating, everlasting, mesmerising flame

Fire! The flames grow higher

The soul-consuming. dominating messenger of pain

Fire! Fire!

Consumes the flesh, reduces to ash, all that’s in its way

Fire! Sings like a choir

There’s no escape from melodies of abysmal dismay

On the other side, in the haunting dark the Eternal Queen was ready to strike

Casting spells of unspeakable woe, each one more deadly as her power grows

A courageous guild started a coup

They ambushed the Queen with a magical cloud

Blinded by rage she let her guard down

With all their strength they vigorously fought

For hours on end, until she was caught

They dragged her far away from here, never to be found

She was put on a torture wheel, head facing the ground

For every fallen ally they threw a sack of stones

The ambiance was filled with the sound of her cracking bones

They hacked her into pieces, cut every vein

She couldn’t die but she felt excruciating pain

As the final step they set her body alight

Her immortal soul was crushed with this gruesome sight

Comatose

From pain receptors’ overdose

She couldn’t move or breathe

Her soul collapsed

She couldn’t stand it any more

And once again

She was dead

Her soul began the journey towards the sky

Leaving her torturers petrified

Impervious darkness covers the plains

No light will there ever shine again

The Flaming Crown felt a part of him die

Absurdly still hoping that she’s alive

Riding swiftly towards the cursed site

This fate he will not recognise

Approached

The place where once she stood

But all that was left

Was burnt flesh

Devoured by emotions, his madness reached new heights

Cathartically killing everything in sight

The gateway from the afterlife was permanently closed

No undead soldiers evermore arose

Enemies and allies were all wiped alike

Abidingly put down by his fatal strike

Over his own actions he lost all control

For where was his soul is now a massive hole

He won’t stop until they’re all dead

If he could, he would cut his own head

All the world united to try to take him down

But they failed to even touch his crown

How can you kill that which will not die

To whom the comfort of death is denied?

How do you crush that which has no soul

That lost its purpose and ultimate goal?

Waves of soldiers met their gruesome end

Some even by their own hand

They embrace their deaths as a welcome release

From this living hell stripped off any sort of peace

Now they’re all dead

The sea is full of lead

Sitting on the edge of a bloody shore

Of his sanity he slowly regains control

All around him are fields of corpses

In his mind he still hears their voices

Outcome of this battle, the final score

He lost all he was working for

After a deep thought, to him it occurred

He is now the ruler of (an) empty world