A Lord of Shadows
Long black wings unfurled
Into darkness he had curled
Up himself and in his heart
Blacker than the kings at the start
For he was Deus, black in might
Devourer of kings, lover of night
His dark tendrils snapping as he went
Only to his friends were his knees bent
Wronged he was in the past
But his innocence he had cast
Into a dark pit never to be reclaimed
And his original body he had maimed
Darkness swirled about him
Following his every whim
Command of the shadows he had
And in his iron crown he was clad
But despite his wretched heart
Blacker than the kings at the start
He held compassion above all else
Loving others more than himself
And even though he had been wronged
Above all else in his darkest throng
He remembered the past
And his anger did not last