Derya Yalimcan 
Nightrun [EPUB ebook] 
attempts at dark poetry

At the darkest hour,
in the deepest night,
I was carrying my everlasting fright.
The churning sea, and the storm,
Oh, heaviest burden, and raging fire,
While ascending higher and higher,
I feel the shadows, it is sure,
Once, I remember, I was pure.
Burning waters, raining fires,
Elements are shaken, trembling the earth,
I gave up my birthright, my birth.
Driven I am already, by demonic forces.
And the four knights are riding with their horses,
Only for me, oh my soul, flee, flee,
Lord where are you? Save me, My Majesty…

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