Behold, a boy entrusted with words of divinity To deliver unto us the Gatekeeper’s keys.
O, pray...pray for the squire An errant corpse still walking the land... What tidings he brings, woeful and dire His missive speaks of the End...
Chosen to tread forgotten paths in solitude Condemned to this quest, dispatched to intrude. Youthful years withered by centuries' demand Banshees and manes reach out to grasp his hands.
Silence surrounds the knightly silhouette His armor, a rusted fortress of regrets None worthier to bear this sacred curse In the barren land he has traversed.
Salvation lingers upon his lips Yet no mortal dares to draw near Upon his quire he lays his grip And prays at last for the words to be read for all the damned to hear.
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