Shadows creep in from blackout curtains ...
A raven screeched , circling high above ...
Impatient cultist chanting spells ..
The light of the pure ones dim in the shadows ..
Arrow headache blackened with blood ..
The shroud engulf , the shroud consumes ..
Major arcana cards circling the tarot ...
The tenth swords standing face up on the deck .. defeat
Darkened crimson leak from rotting concise the last survivor hides .. fear
There is no light ... there is no hope ..
The inevitable is upon him..
The card of death flutter into his Window and lands before his feet
His tower will crumble ...
His last stand will be futile ..
Death is not a sick sense of humour ..
A glimpse of the future as the fiery clouds strike down all the non worshippers ..
And himself torn limb from limb .. flesh from bone ..
Pain and hopelessness...
He stands ready to fight ..
Ready to ... die
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