Fall and Rise of the Dark Lord

It was the icy cold of his face

Like snow flakes falling on a frozen lake

His eyes reflecting a mask of a million deaths

Hidden behind a translucent curtain of rain

The silver flow of an electric current

Sparkling in the fading dusk

The beat of a heart ringing in the distance

Those eyes so devoid of emotion, devoid of all lust

A senseless perception of subliminal verses

A senseless perception of incredible lies

His smile contains an element of violence

A violence so vindictive it becomes a wish to die

The death of a dream through shadows of time

Burn a fiery crimson the subconscious of the mind

His pale skin breathes in the darkness suspended in the air

Leaving him deeply scarred waiting in death's lair

A constant wave of tension to add to broken trust

A flash of green light leaving behind a lightening bolt

His material body shattered into a million pieces

Leaving behind only his divided soul to weep over

Divided into seven parts so death cannot touch him

Strength renewed by unicorn's blood yet still he has no power

Helplessly waiting for the right time to spray his venom

Yet fading into nothing with the passing of each hour

The silvery silence of silver fading eyes

The rise of The Dark Lord from the ashes of those who die

Merging of bloods never meant to mix

Fall of the innocent into an unfair trick

Gone is the savior of the fading petty world

Leaving behind a young yet eager to fight soul

In the end who will win the ever waiting war?

The wakened Dark Lord or the innocent Lightening bolt?