My Darkness (Nov 15th,2003) Poem by Nicholas McDonough

Darkness like death takes it's hold
ending life, and truth be told
leaving all in pools of blood
their bodies cold in the mud
outside they lay, all begotten
not one has my sword forgotten
drinking my brew of their blood
eating my stew of their flesh
No one is left standing
Death has left it's branding
Never even had I bled
killing everyone instead
Blood red crimson snow
Broken arrow's bow
The arrow lost it's mark
Bodies cold in the dark
they never found the knowledge key
None left, to speak, nor to see
What lives now lay broken
Heads taken, my token.