A STRANGER walks along the dark
HIS soul a hollow gun
HIS face is gloomy but stark
Not a single trace of fun
HIS claws are long and sharp
HIS body thin and slender
With a voice just like a harp
HE is going back to SENDER
HIS hat is gray and black
Its top is truly high
All shall be dark like in a sack
For HIS victory is nigh
HIS eyes are white and round
With the light of the dimmest pale
They can always make you frown
And you might just hear a tale
Of a KNIGHT struck in battle
After the king had been slain
What killed HIM was the rattle
Made by the chains of Lokcain
As the KNIGHT lay on the field
With HIS dying breath, HE said,
I SHALL NEVER SURRENDER NOR YIELD
AND THE NEW DARKNESS WILL BE LAID
In answer, Lokcain cried,
"This is my promise to Eleanor
Your soul whose fate is tied
Shall suffer, nevermore!"
And Lokcain, in his metal mask,
Lifted up his mighty chains
He knew he had finished his task
For the field was red in a crimson stain
But now, back to our time
A clean but wasted land
In a nation full of crime
We return to the MAN
HE resides in an ancient jail
Founded by twenty fools
The place is turning frail
But an escape requires a tool
Nine nights are needed to prevail
HIS soul shall have no lock
But before HE can truly sail
HE must destroy the Frozen Clocks
They were made in the Darken Heights
By the Whey of Chitale
Grandfathers for eight nights
An hourglass for the finale
A watcher must be needed
For the test to be proven true
The labours passed, the sky darkened
The shambling void is HIS cue
The darkest MAN starts to crow,
VICTORY WILL COME WHEN NIGHT KILLS DAY
AND WHEN IT COMES, ALL SHALL BOW
TO THE BLUEST SHADE OF GRAY
MY COUSIN WILL BE JOYOUS WITH PRIDE
WHEN HE HEARS THE NEWS I BRING
THAT I HAVE TURNED THE MIGHTY TIDE
OF A WAR THAT HE CAN FINALLY FLING!
Days shall be nights
And it all will be humble
HE is the unholy might
And the night shall be eternal…
- Excerpt from the Book of FORGE, page 16
