The Moonlit Heretic by ClockworkShadow, literature
Literature
The Moonlit Heretic
I am the scorn of the moon;
the sun’s race will see my power soon.
The elders I have slain in the moonlight,
their golden spires will be their gravesite.
The sigil of the moon they burned onto my head
will be the last thing they see before they are dead.
The armour I wear was part of my race,
made of iron and steel, not of white lace.
I only found peace in the night sky;
the people who praised the sun thought I went awry.
I was always searching for the moon's power,
but the elders of the sun would only glower.
They called me a heretic, now they are dead,
my texts and scrolls they never read.
My brothers and sisters, an enti
Your bones jut out
Like metal
Pale Skin pulled tight
Like chain mail
Blue veins interwoven
Like cracks
And black eyes
A Soulless void
Hidden in a
Hollow shell
The Moonlit Heretic by ClockworkShadow, literature
Literature
The Moonlit Heretic
I am the scorn of the moon;
the sun’s race will see my power soon.
The elders I have slain in the moonlight,
their golden spires will be their gravesite.
The sigil of the moon they burned onto my head
will be the last thing they see before they are dead.
The armour I wear was part of my race,
made of iron and steel, not of white lace.
I only found peace in the night sky;
the people who praised the sun thought I went awry.
I was always searching for the moon's power,
but the elders of the sun would only glower.
They called me a heretic, now they are dead,
my texts and scrolls they never read.
My brothers and sisters, an enti
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