Shadow's King

Shadow's King

A Poem by Rekain

Shadow's Bending
Ever changing
Always moving
Never staying

Eyes of amber
Seeing through
Our darkest thoughts
Into the truth

Fangs so sharp
Gleaming white
Brighter than
The full moon's light

Like fresh blood
His horn's tipped red
A gorgeous scarlet
Like his bed

His mane is black
A beautiful sight
Like the final hour
Of midnight

I speak of Sombra
The king I long
Slave to his mastery
Both the right, and the wrong.

© 2014 Rekain

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Added on October 15, 2014
Last Updated on October 15, 2014



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