The wicked scores of the progeny One,
Comes forth from the black Asylum.
Of starless skies and battered eyes,
The Second has become undone.
The Third and Forth and Fifth may die,
Worry not and shut your eyes.
Until the daylight falls to the lies -
Curse it must, and with deadly scorns...
The Sixth has come to destroy this world.
Author notes
Inspired from a story I have been writing in my spare time, it pretty introduces the concept of The Lost Six, a brotherhood of multi-dimensional beings that wander the world.
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Comments
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Nice
Very nicely written - once again I love it!!
Nice to see your muse has returned
XxX
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