Torment, Of The Three Plagues Incarnate Poem by Spooky Mind

Torment, Of The Three Plagues Incarnate



To r m e n t

Striking fear in all
Making the strongest warrior crawl
This shadow rider roams the lands
Blood red eyes and claw like hands

Once a proud warrior
Tricked to walk among the shadows
Now a fallen Puppet

Harvester of men
Collector of souls
The Necro-god

He will strike you down
He will steal your spirit
He will eat your soul
He will drink your pride
But he won’t let you die

Should you choose to battle him
Your fate shall meet with grim
Fall, and live on as his slave
A specter of his bidding, for hell you will crave

His soul lies dormant
All that is left is torment.

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