As The Dawn Light Dims - part 1

Black dragon knights soaring on winds untold, all throughout a sky with a deep crimson glow.
Falling like leaves on a cold autumn night, the ground is far and the dawn is nigh.

A cloud of killing breath, a swarm a woes and sorrows
Descends upon its prey, leaving many bloody auras.

Relent this clan will not until it knows but peace,
Which is drawn from slaughter that will probably never cease.

To ever evoke such state, a crude and livid race plunder, steal, and rape.
If nothing else is done the entire land they would take.

Patriots of their kind and harbingers of painful truth,
The dragon-folk choose to fight and they know not how to lose.

In the eye of this coordinated storm, flies hard a stout and wicked form.
His defiance and ire are not to be matched, and nearly impossible is he to catch.

Weaving shadow to do his bidding, no dangerous secret is ever hidden.
Of course, to be called Darke Havoc, he must be doing some pretty hardcore living.

Too many times he feels he's been bothered this month
By a race risen fully and lacking greatly in worth.

These marshland ghouls breed like roaches on a godforsaken island,
And always there seems to be too few poachers in this savage and supple wild.

So every so often Darke must rally the band, his political muscle and mighty left hand,
To root through broken valleys and bloody coastal sand.

To the best of his knowledge they come from the deep,
Maybe some descendant of a lost and forgotten keep.

Wherever their origins lie, their heart refuses to die.
Many Darke has seen slain, one by one with little restraint.

To think that there is hope for them is folly at best.
Every mind has touched the brink and knows well the specter of death.

Darke tries not to enjoy their demise too much,
For even he has felt that haunting and cryptic touch.

The very beast in which he rides
Has seen the omen of its final cries.
But even that dividing line has given way
To a bond stronger than most in all the ancient days.

Faehn he calls her and only to Darke's call will she heed.
Her death was tragic and her body weak, but only briefly was this leave.

She now exists only in a state never lonely.
Bound by spirit, this wraith is, to a creature never deaf, but one who can hear it.

As her otherworldly flames consume the souls of lesser creatures,
Faehn will never forget that Darke did not leave her.

With no more fleeting images of brutality and despair,
Darke turns about and rides high with Faehn.

A beacon of hope and courage is seen
Followed by a flock desperate with need.

The Ebonai Order, as they are often called, had seen many enemies savagely fall.
The promise of more blood and riches for all, come without doubt from a figure strong and tall.

As the glorious ball of stunning light climbs the horizon,
Many do believe that a bright new world will soon reach the world beyond.

Fading fast into this rising sphere of fire,
Darke aims now to set his sights even higher.

Another vice that grips his land so
Is that of religion, based on two demons that never grow old.

Though no one else sees it, he surely does.
Darke knows without doubts that what is must become what was.

The two dragon gods, worshiped by karuvoni
Are always at odds and forever will be.

His time is near to erase these symbols of useless faith
And in time, he wonders what glories he and his own will make.

Failing in this mission of benevolent expression is not even a factor,
For if he fails now then he was never more than a vain and violent actor.

On steady winds now, golden clouds lighting up violet,
Like titans drifting across the skyline.
Darke's entourage briskly follow suit
Through these heavens and its waking light.

With a future not determined and a single goal in mind,
Many wonder how and what they soon may find.

As the Dawn Light Dims - part 2  (13+) The search continues... #1660826 by Reever