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Prologue

Thee who seek high and low,

Wether it be wide or narrow,

Thy only offer handful of glow,

It does not spark and it does not glitter,

For what thy posses only of much manner,

It is murky yet clear,

while all along been bitter,

If ye are grateful of these mere,

It shall least ease ye worry and fear,

To lessen the leaking of ye tear,

As thy acknowledge burden thee bear.

First chapter- Anglo

Him who bear true to his brave and might,

I present ye the story of the night,

Summoned from the brink of end it shone burst bright,

It cleanse the murky and the muddy from the dark,

It is a man whom bear witness to wrath of god,

He kneel as he bow to nobody but one,

Him have only deny now fall to despair,

For what left is only a survivor so a tale be told abroad,

The land and the sky all over horizon will listen to his fair,

For what he now believe is a legend of legacy be unfold,

Him is man who gave his sword to bleed for a cane to walk,

All of his armor that fear of death to a cloak that bear his thoughts,

All of his gold that fill his unquenchable thirst for few papers that ease his word,

His name is keif from land of desert,

He walk pass the hall of battle,

Where it bleed and where its dead,

Into the city of ruin left from smile and laughter in fear and madness,

He lit a fireborne as the sun set west,

Bone his meal and empty of his water sack,

He began to sing his tale without a life around his fire camp,

"Once upon a time in the war of the cross and the moon,

There lies two king wage their belief for of another's life,

One is cursed yet he bless,one is mighty yet he honor,

One greet another and the other return the greet,

Thousand men hunger for blood, Thousand men thirst for glory,

Thousand men insist to believe,

That their god is truly one who exist,

Shame those who are blinded by red and silver,

For one at the front are consumed by overwhelming might,

Might of their belief there is no other than right,

It is not tale of blood that trail the dust i shall tell but the the legend of might that hold wisdom,

I've seen one beheaded and one gutted also crushed and trampled even spitted in any battle but for them are shining a true war that honor their fight,

One men to the right and shall ye see not one dust kicked to flew of the land for their sword trampled earth of their dance,

One men to the left and shall ye behold his horse run with passion as if there is no more end while their rider clash lightning spark it brand,

If ye halt to charge forward and look back and ye shall see body fail lay to the ground empty no one charge from behind,

If thy head does not flew and thy blood does not spill of ye then shall it be bear witness to might of kings that crazed frenzy with sword,

A life that burn burst bright for this war and this is life,

One men cry name of his wife,one men cry name of his children as they bleed and died,

Of those two king that raise their flag and cross, they cry of their gods while they slash and thrust,

Uncounted there be many of all those name I've heard, 

shall i deliver to them their warrior have honor the blood of their soil as soul release of caged flesh,

As to be told I've witness conflict of the man,

I've chosen to believe of one from them,

For the other is no less better I've chosen they i will follow,

For very then I've known my love is found yet i cried without stop,

For him that I've loved died before i can bear his face,

For tonight i remember of Muhammad praise be upon him,

And to god i whine of my love left is harsh,

We are prepared yet we are fool to know,

If only he's here then maybe there be less that bleed,

I hope the horn of the end doesn't blow,

For i continue my beloved legacy's to continue of hope,

I am here today not to share of belief yet i am here to tell the story need to be told,

For many soul claimed yet it doesn't hold to the cost,...

Of the understand what is humanity hold for,

My name is keif and i only brought two of unfortunate news, be that is our beloved have passed away and that we are not yet enough to be with him any than sooner."

There they be out from the dark,

Survivor of war,christ and muslims, crawl from the rubble and rest ye warm around the lit of fire,

They are children of the aftermath, abandoned by the death and tarnished of the war,

As i woke,there be soup to fill their hunger and glass of water each one for them to quench their thirst,

I prepared and ready to continue to travel, 

I left soundly yet there they be like a lost hatchling following me from afar,

I bear no mind to care for i head my home,

I have no deed for they learn to survive of watching me daily,

We part ways after had i pass the land

Of the spartans,

After months away I'm home at the north,

where cold breeze blew strong and the green grass is healthy,

Where the sea salt scent strongly odor the air,

Kiefdraig,son of thorheim have return,

Tis land welcome me warmly like a mother,

Brothers of sailor and sister of farmer while the rusted warrior comrade share to feast ale in my return,

Of the north,we are no vikings and not of the barbarians,we are of the fool that held peace over the land,

I tell them the tale of mine,there be tears and joy as all of my venture be told,

Honor of the people they grave my name set to the stone by language of rune,

On that blessed night,summoned there be a giant like deity bestow us his presence,

A wendigo of the forest, a crest of loki,hail from hel, have he come and then be that him added to the stone he grave "him,king who cried"

Everyone in the hall kneeled as I stand from my chair though my mind is calm fear instilled is true,

He then turn to me, bestowed apostle to dear humble "you've believed of him whom one as true and you've loved him whom is honest,do what need you fear of me?for i am a creature of the night but your beliefs is almighty light.",

"Listen to my heed,king that weep. I pledge ye night be forgiving to you and the dark shall travel with you. For you have a quest bestowed upon the moonshine night and mountain that lightning strike, cry of the lost have despaired our bright,you whom believe must share the legend of every might that wisdom earth once more bright."

"Children of tarnished need of your guide, show them what is world for them have their right"

"Last to be heed that you live forever untill there may be no more light"

"I grave upon ye stigma of teafield green,first to be wield and last to be guilt"

Wendigo of the night grave my forehead his rune with claw of his hand, left to my temple there it be his brand, small stigma at the right of my forehead be his mark,

He vanish to thin air in his dark fog to thin air on top of fireplace where it once spark,

bright flame now burn dark black and blue light,

Of every that kneel now feast continue, an old man stood high on one of the stooges,

Shout him "salute king that weeps and 

Apostle of the night!"

As the many raise their palm and bow their chest, i reply his call 

"For there be light and for there be evil,so  shall i balance of this world to my scale "

After a year,i venture in the night,onto the horse mighty breath,

I hope there is no more blood to be spill, for i do more wish to kill.

Through the first night i rode far and by sun rise east i pray to my god that may my trail is for the one who is frail, as the light rise high i birth the fire bright from pinewood dead leaves and twigs i boiled an average meat soup, finally he shown himself from the cloak of shadow,a wolf as dark as night join me to my feast, him blessed to be named freeir,wolf of fenrir,kin of loki,Crest of thor,hail from the moon,

My horse that i named myself garnet resting in the green of field before thus night again we depart.

Our nights repeat with some of other time we'd be a attack by the dark  creature that hold no shape then their prey,

trials have gone through and the effort is true,then that i met one of the tarnished children have grown faster to adapt than before I've left of them,

A name like his own father Abdulllah,

"I greet ye peace be upon you gladiator Abdullah",

"Peace be upon you too father keif"

"For of many moon have thy travel home yet only a year only ye spent on thy birthplace grace?tell me father keif,what have ye done that deserve of no rest?"

Oldest of the children reaching his 17,

Even after a year i cant ever see him as green,

Like him is filled with color of grim,

Also did he cheerful charlie grin,

I replied softly of what happened clean,

Both of us then agreed to group of children,

That tarnished once before have now sharpen,

Once more as their godfather i yield to taught of them the path of hollow,

Shall we venture once more.

Dear one i fell for,forever falling as blue sky become my floor and the earth become abyss that i will never reach because in this love for me i was walking a dream,a fantasy,an art illusions that so drunk me to made me rebel against the one above the sky as i dance on it. Your soul have become my sun that never set yet watched me on the corner of the sea and your being become my moon that anchor across,my company in this twilight zone dream. Your voice became my muse that danced endlessly. Joy, sadness,anger,dread and explosive emotion emerge to pulverize me in your voice as it muse,forced me to dance within your palm. An image of your feature become my background in this dance,idols of love and beauty of purity for me only this dance become to be for yours alone. The beats,the strings and tunes move me alike puppet in your lead I'm powerless all yours to dance. A twitch,a restrain,a struggle become futile in this overwhelming embrace of your love. I bit myself to bleeds as my yearning increased as this killing bite images of your lips,your neck,your earlobes,your stomach, your very being. In this ever falling abyss as sky become my dance floor,my soul is owned by another being other than god i worship. This drunkenness of abyss led me astray,my lady. In genuine I'm tried and hope for mercy to your pity to let me go from this love spell that bewitch me but stronger it is my desire for you to crush me in your embrace,destroy me in your rough play, love me to that I'm left none but empty husk for my soul is already yours. So this question I'd wish to ask, may i have your soul to love and repay all this madness,my lady?

In the midst of the night, under the rain of ink, he walked throughout it, reading his mantra to calm the cloud. Stumbled upon an abandoned mansion that  stand strong under the storm that rage outside,he walked in search for torches so that the night may not seem to dark. Walk he did into the hall of that mansion,cold breeze slip into through the opened door . Closed the lid of freeze, he walked to giant fireplace. Its damp and cold. Walk again to the stairs in search for a light to accompany his night,upstairs he go. There he witness abyss called upon.  Chilling spine fear is onto him,he ran away to the fireplace. In desperate,lounging his hands way up inside the chimney. Waving and digging,praying there be matches to kindle a blaze. Eyes craze to seek a single torches that still wrapped and oiled. Refusing to burn his scriptures that he treasure to keep despite he still crying there be matches to safe his flesh from be torn from the herald of shadows. There be hope, that single matchstick be his only very joy,relief fill his chest in that desperate time. He ran insanely throughout in great terror and found a torch under the pile of ashes that flew all over the room. Jumping forward to it grabbed and roll his back to the wall,sliding the matchstick to his boots’s side,burning it alive. Burning the torches,he raise his torch alive,alive,alive it is alive fire breathing light to the room. Shone brightly it scare the silhouette of evil. There it be the demon’s smile pride in his face he dare of the lurking abyss. For that night,is the legends told to the brave.

Many time i asked myself, there's time another ask me away as well,why do i love you?why has your heart sunken on this particular beach?why do i voluntarily abandon my breath to chase a soul?why cripple myself so that i can sense?why go so far down below as if repeating adam's sin?why so much to dance with the devil for eve?why become deaf to the reality only to listen to ideality of her existence?why drown in poetry to solve equation for her romance? And many of these time i answer unconsciously that i loved you or that is i dont know. If only again one of them would ask and any time i ask myself again, I'd know yet i will question just to surround me of my own answer "she's a choice given to me that made me defy heavenly invitation and render devil's temptation in its deadly sin futile to distract me. The ship i sail,lifeline of my name as captain of that very ship even beg me to tear itself down only build a life,a house,a garden and whole of the ship only to land on her shore. My last breath worth nothing of value to me once the grim reaper trade me her soul that shone so brightly so much beyond worth i wont share with land beyond,lest I'd rather let the living worship her as i did. My eyes,my nose,my tongue,my ears and my touch is grand exchange for knowledge that she will embrace me. She made the angel that is pure and complete seem mundane,she tempt me even before devils could whisper to my ear, she made sin and deed into equilibrium within my innocence,if adam's had known her,then even he will repeat the sin. I'd let the world burn to be with her, I'd let devil devour me whole if her soul all there is left for heaven, I'd dance with devil because she alone cleanse all evil. A mortal i am, reality my chain,let my chain explode,burn,melt or let be my leg torn from it for me to chase even visage of her in my wake, only then my slavery become repaid. I am man of not many talents, although even then words do shown me it's path, not glamorous nor glorious,even then its path i took,even then in this path still i felt her lead me to her,even in cold surrounded by brighter bulb and colorful wonder,i "genuinely yearn for her to see my dim glow,thus my own romance is originally made only for her

Growing up,I don't look forward to holiday anymore. Not the family reunion,not the gift and present but one thing in Christmas I enjoyed still is that a nostalgia I remember from distant memory I still kept fresh and that is back when I'm akid and everyone busy for Christmas preparation and the noise and the lousy relative,I pulled away, taking a walk,a very eventful walk,met some people shared some experience and listened to some,the gratuity in chaos and little did we have and picking a day at the end of the year to celebrate it, what a Christmas.

Being in torn have been quite the experience,on and off but it stick with you. Bitter and sweet, distinct for you. I'd say it's been going good despite the up and down to be one among torn player.

Is it true or is it just myth that shark stop breathing if they stop swimming?

Damn

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

Duck

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

14

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

There may be a variety of flowers, oftentimes such flowers such as yours are far tempting. Caged within encase of clear glass,with thorns that threaten the admirer yet its velvety petal compliment the cotton like touch with silky glow at a glance only could bewitch a man into its lure of unspeakable beauty in slow and smooth dance drowning to drunk in your presence. This is only mere to what I can muster only to define your beauty if not for the lack of language directory of words fail me to preach more of your benelovent existence to this realm.

Is it not often one woven the wool in intent to encase the beauty they worship in a silky blanket and restrain one such desire in drunk possessiveness?

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Dear one i fell for,forever falling as blue sky become my floor and the earth become abyss that i will never reach because in this love for me i was walking a dream,a fantasy,an art illusions that so drunk me to made me rebel against the one above the sky as i dance on it. Your soul have become my sun that never set yet watched me on the corner of the sea and your being become my moon that anchor across,my company in this twilight zone dream. Your voice became my muse that danced endlessly. Joy, sadness,anger,dread and explosive emotion emerge to pulverize me in your voice as it muse,forced me to dance within your palm. An image of your feature become my background in this dance,idols of love and beauty of purity for me only this dance become to be for yours alone. The beats,the strings and tunes move me alike puppet in your lead I'm powerless all yours to dance. A twitch,a restrain,a struggle become futile in this overwhelming embrace of your love. I bit myself to bleeds as my yearning increased as this killing bite images of your lips,your neck,your earlobes,your stomach, your very being. In this ever falling abyss as sky become my dance floor,my soul is owned by another being other than god i worship. This drunkenness of abyss led me astray,my lady. In genuine I'm tried and hope for mercy to your pity to let me go from this love spell that bewitch me but stronger it is my desire for you to crush me in your embrace,destroy me in your rough play, love me to that I'm left none but empty husk for my soul is already yours. So this question I'd wish to ask, may i have your soul to love and repay all this madness,my lady?

In the midst of the night, under the rain of ink, he walked throughout it, reading his mantra to calm the cloud. Stumbled upon an abandoned mansion that  stand strong under the storm that rage outside,he walked in search for torches so that the night may not seem to dark. Walk he did into the hall of that mansion,cold breeze slip into through the opened door . Closed the lid of freeze, he walked to giant fireplace. Its damp and cold. Walk again to the stairs in search for a light to accompany his night,upstairs he go. There he witness abyss called upon.  Chilling spine fear is onto him,he ran away to the fireplace. In desperate,lounging his hands way up inside the chimney. Waving and digging,praying there be matches to kindle a blaze. Eyes craze to seek a single torches that still wrapped and oiled. Refusing to burn his scriptures that he treasure to keep despite he still crying there be matches to safe his flesh from be torn from the herald of shadows. There be hope, that single matchstick be his only very joy,relief fill his chest in that desperate time. He ran insanely throughout in great terror and found a torch under the pile of ashes that flew all over the room. Jumping forward to it grabbed and roll his back to the wall,sliding the matchstick to his boots’s side,burning it alive. Burning the torches,he raise his torch alive,alive,alive it is alive fire breathing light to the room. Shone brightly it scare the silhouette of evil. There it be the demon’s smile pride in his face he dare of the lurking abyss. For that night,is the legends told to the brave.

Prologue

Thee who seek high and low,

Wether it be wide or narrow,

Thy only offer handful of glow,

It does not spark and it does not glitter,

For what thy posses only of much manner,

It is murky yet clear,

while all along been bitter,

If ye are grateful of these mere,

It shall least ease ye worry and fear,

To lessen the leaking of ye tear,

As thy acknowledge burden thee bear.

First chapter- Anglo

Him who bear true to his brave and might,

I present ye the story of the night,

Summoned from the brink of end it shone burst bright,

It cleanse the murky and the muddy from the dark,

It is a man whom bear witness to wrath of god,

He kneel as he bow to nobody but one,

Him have only deny now fall to despair,

For what left is only a survivor so a tale be told abroad,

The land and the sky all over horizon will listen to his fair,

For what he now believe is a legend of legacy be unfold,

Him is man who gave his sword to bleed for a cane to walk,

All of his armor that fear of death to a cloak that bear his thoughts,

All of his gold that fill his unquenchable thirst for few papers that ease his word,

His name is keif from land of desert,

He walk pass the hall of battle,

Where it bleed and where its dead,

Into the city of ruin left from smile and laughter in fear and madness,

He lit a fireborne as the sun set west,

Bone his meal and empty of his water sack,

He began to sing his tale without a life around his fire camp,

"Once upon a time in the war of the cross and the moon,

There lies two king wage their belief for of another's life,

One is cursed yet he bless,one is mighty yet he honor,

One greet another and the other return the greet,

Thousand men hunger for blood, Thousand men thirst for glory,

Thousand men insist to believe,

That their god is truly one who exist,

Shame those who are blinded by red and silver,

For one at the front are consumed by overwhelming might,

Might of their belief there is no other than right,

It is not tale of blood that trail the dust i shall tell but the the legend of might that hold wisdom,

I've seen one beheaded and one gutted also crushed and trampled even spitted in any battle but for them are shining a true war that honor their fight,

One men to the right and shall ye see not one dust kicked to flew of the land for their sword trampled earth of their dance,

One men to the left and shall ye behold his horse run with passion as if there is no more end while their rider clash lightning spark it brand,

If ye halt to charge forward and look back and ye shall see body fail lay to the ground empty no one charge from behind,

If thy head does not flew and thy blood does not spill of ye then shall it be bear witness to might of kings that crazed frenzy with sword,

A life that burn burst bright for this war and this is life,

One men cry name of his wife,one men cry name of his children as they bleed and died,

Of those two king that raise their flag and cross, they cry of their gods while they slash and thrust,

Uncounted there be many of all those name I've heard, 

shall i deliver to them their warrior have honor the blood of their soil as soul release of caged flesh,

As to be told I've witness conflict of the man,

I've chosen to believe of one from them,

For the other is no less better I've chosen they i will follow,

For very then I've known my love is found yet i cried without stop,

For him that I've loved died before i can bear his face,

For tonight i remember of Muhammad praise be upon him,

And to god i whine of my love left is harsh,

We are prepared yet we are fool to know,

If only he's here then maybe there be less that bleed,

I hope the horn of the end doesn't blow,

For i continue my beloved legacy's to continue of hope,

I am here today not to share of belief yet i am here to tell the story need to be told,

For many soul claimed yet it doesn't hold to the cost,...

Of the understand what is humanity hold for,

My name is keif and i only brought two of unfortunate news, be that is our beloved have passed away and that we are not yet enough to be with him any than sooner."

There they be out from the dark,

Survivor of war,christ and muslims, crawl from the rubble and rest ye warm around the lit of fire,

They are children of the aftermath, abandoned by the death and tarnished of the war,

As i woke,there be soup to fill their hunger and glass of water each one for them to quench their thirst,

I prepared and ready to continue to travel, 

I left soundly yet there they be like a lost hatchling following me from afar,

I bear no mind to care for i head my home,

I have no deed for they learn to survive of watching me daily,

We part ways after had i pass the land

Of the spartans,

After months away I'm home at the north,

where cold breeze blew strong and the green grass is healthy,

Where the sea salt scent strongly odor the air,

Kiefdraig,son of thorheim have return,

Tis land welcome me warmly like a mother,

Brothers of sailor and sister of farmer while the rusted warrior comrade share to feast ale in my return,

Of the north,we are no vikings and not of the barbarians,we are of the fool that held peace over the land,

I tell them the tale of mine,there be tears and joy as all of my venture be told,

Honor of the people they grave my name set to the stone by language of rune,

On that blessed night,summoned there be a giant like deity bestow us his presence,

A wendigo of the forest, a crest of loki,hail from hel, have he come and then be that him added to the stone he grave "him,king who cried"

Everyone in the hall kneeled as I stand from my chair though my mind is calm fear instilled is true,

He then turn to me, bestowed apostle to dear humble "you've believed of him whom one as true and you've loved him whom is honest,do what need you fear of me?for i am a creature of the night but your beliefs is almighty light.",

"Listen to my heed,king that weep. I pledge ye night be forgiving to you and the dark shall travel with you. For you have a quest bestowed upon the moonshine night and mountain that lightning strike, cry of the lost have despaired our bright,you whom believe must share the legend of every might that wisdom earth once more bright."

"Children of tarnished need of your guide, show them what is world for them have their right"

"Last to be heed that you live forever untill there may be no more light"

"I grave upon ye stigma of teafield green,first to be wield and last to be guilt"

Wendigo of the night grave my forehead his rune with claw of his hand, left to my temple there it be his brand, small stigma at the right of my forehead be his mark,

He vanish to thin air in his dark fog to thin air on top of fireplace where it once spark,

bright flame now burn dark black and blue light,

Of every that kneel now feast continue, an old man stood high on one of the stooges,

Shout him "salute king that weeps and 

Apostle of the night!"

As the many raise their palm and bow their chest, i reply his call 

"For there be light and for there be evil,so  shall i balance of this world to my scale "

After a year,i venture in the night,onto the horse mighty breath,

I hope there is no more blood to be spill, for i do more wish to kill.

Through the first night i rode far and by sun rise east i pray to my god that may my trail is for the one who is frail, as the light rise high i birth the fire bright from pinewood dead leaves and twigs i boiled an average meat soup, finally he shown himself from the cloak of shadow,a wolf as dark as night join me to my feast, him blessed to be named freeir,wolf of fenrir,kin of loki,Crest of thor,hail from the moon,

My horse that i named myself garnet resting in the green of field before thus night again we depart.

Our nights repeat with some of other time we'd be a attack by the dark  creature that hold no shape then their prey,

trials have gone through and the effort is true,then that i met one of the tarnished children have grown faster to adapt than before I've left of them,

A name like his own father Abdulllah,

"I greet ye peace be upon you gladiator Abdullah",

"Peace be upon you too father keif"

"For of many moon have thy travel home yet only a year only ye spent on thy birthplace grace?tell me father keif,what have ye done that deserve of no rest?"

Oldest of the children reaching his 17,

Even after a year i cant ever see him as green,

Like him is filled with color of grim,

Also did he cheerful charlie grin,

I replied softly of what happened clean,

Both of us then agreed to group of children,

That tarnished once before have now sharpen,

Once more as their godfather i yield to taught of them the path of hollow,

Shall we venture once more.

Looking forward to your interpretation and review to my poem,thank you for reading 

Looking forward to your interpretation and review to my poem,thank you for reading