Duel the Black

Long to meet this sacred place,
Demand by the souls of coin.
They reap the feed to face,
the confluent deaths to join.

The confluent deaths to join,
the God of Death they see.
Nothing could last to rejoin,
before the blade that is to be.

Before the blade that is to be,
as the hero must stand in a duel.
Against the threat to be free,
Oh how such life is so cruel.


Chain Verse…

Art: The Duel by bpsola

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