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Title: Mysterious Poem

Author: Shard Phoenix

Dark the way and dark the ending

If you hold the magic close

You shall win o'er all opposing

Raising up your undead host

First the way you need to open

At the crypts of ancient Yew

Three the number you must token

Crimson, Gold, and Mauve their hue

Find the deadly one whose power

Without equal evil claims

Await thee then the appointed hour

When the final shaft, it aims

When the portal you can summon

Then will all beside you fall

None can stand against this omen

No blade nor power touch you at all

Next you gather up your muse

She who to you is most dear

Weave her into what your path is

Or you will lose all to her fear

Black the day, your power rising

Black to all who you oppose

Too late they will be realizing

Black the thorn and not the rose

Take the books, all four betoken

Arrayed at points of ancient star

Stand on the last gate to open

Betwixt the dead and where you are

Out will pour your willing servants

None may stop you in your fight

And to the books your soul will enter

Dead and Music, Dark and Light

All will bend, obey your words then

None can stand before your might

Then to you bound will be the woman

Yours her soul, and yours her light

You deciet, you the deciever

If the prize you would so win

Hers the faith, she the believer

Her love for you her only sin

Play your music, take your kingdom

Sit upon the scarlet throne

Men will bow, and men will serve you

Yet you will be, at the last, alone