Defiled

I walk through darkened forest,

My body long defiled.

I hear the laughter of my clan,

To them I am reviled.

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I see a foe before me,

A member of the damned.

With shaking hands I clutch my blade,

With shaking legs I stand.

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The demon walks towards me,

His fire in the dark.

Our swords, their iron clashes, sings,

Rain down does little sparks.

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In silence, I keep fighting,

While deep inside I scream.

I feel like I'm out of place,

That I'm walking through a dream.

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Lightning flashes in the sky,

From its glow I do recoil.

The demon's blows, they knock me down,

Into the sodden soil.

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I wait for the last, final blow,

For end to come to pass.

To end the mockery of life,

To take off sanity's mask.

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But nothing comes, my eyes they open,

No foe is here with me.

What was real, what was not,

Through rain I barely see.

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I struggle to regain my feet,

Body, mind not well.

The journey here still shackles me,

To walk the path to Hell.

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So in the dark, on I go,

And still the rain it pours.

Mixed with whispers in my mind,

Death companion, forevermore.