Blood and Bone

My armour's dented, hands are bloody,

Broken is my will.

My breath is shallow, footsteps heavy,

My spirit feels a chill.

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Behind me lies a fallen king,

His roams his resting place.

His heart was black, yet I have sinned,

I'm bereft of the Light's grace.

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Dark and deep I wander here,

Confined by walls of stone.

Before me lies a crackling fire,

Behind me blood and bone.

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And thus I find my resting place,

Caught between my world and Hell.

A purgatory, I reflect,

For my sins it suits me well.

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And yet I linger in the dark,

Undying but still cold.

Lingering on the edge of Hell,

Damned forever is my soul.