DawnWaker.

I met a soldier on a winter day,
Who said: “The clear vast of ashen trunks,
scorched with cinder in snow... A Soul once lay,

Between shimmering crystals and dirt with shame,
A blood-red glint held in eyes as its stalking sense,

Tell the young men how well night has come
on the Hunt, gaze locked on these foolish beings,

The eye that watched them, and the Queen who led.
While under the Moonlight, these words were said:

I am the Crimson Shadow, Prince of Flames.
Look upon my Blade as the Dawn cleanses
your Dead Gods' remains!"

All but veins were left. Round the factory,
Upon hubris wreck, showered in wine-red
An ember unloved; thus the night falls far away. ⠀

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