In depths where silent shadows creep,

A village drowns in restless sleep.

Their smiles conceal the whispered dread,

Unspoken fears, the truths unsaid.

A trusted friend now wears a guise,

His silver tongue spins webs of lies.

He pours the darkened wine of night,

Extinguishing the stars' old light.

The lake awakes with hidden schemes,

A mirror dimmed, reflecting dreams.

Its depths release the serpent's breath,

A hunger stirs, a song of death.

From caverns cold where echoes die,

A fate is woven in the sky.

The hand that once gave bread and wine

Now draws the unforgiving line.

Amidst the tide that claims them all,

A lone voice rises to the call.

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A beacon in the boundless night,

He stands alone, a blade of light.

His sword sings out against the gloom,

A melody to shatter doom.

The winds arise at his command

To cleanse the darkness from the land.

Yet hope's flame flickers, frail and thin,

A candle's glow against the wind.

For as the shadows twist and sway,

They gather strength to seize the day.

The waters surge, the tempest forms,

Concealing eyes within the storms.

A silence falls, the air grows thin,

Awaiting what shall soon begin.

Beware the calm that comes too soon,

The waning crescent of the moon.

For in the quiet, darkness waits

To strike anew and seal their fates.

She plunges deep, defies the night,

Her heart a compass to the light.

Against the tide she fights the sea

To grasp the hope that ought to be.

Though foes may flee and walls may fall,

The battle's end is not the all.

The ebbing flood that pulls away

Foretells the storm to crown the day.

So hold the light within your eyes,

And steel your heart as dangers rise.

For though this night they may endure,

The darkest hours still lie obscure.