Over lands of empty dreams
Stands the brightness of a new light
Her eyes open to the terror beyond,
Ready to take on the pain
Black blood rules the world
Strange souls run amok
Their sharp teeth tearing all
She will destroy all this evil
With one swing of her blade
Demons fall screaming
Down, down they go
No hope for a sadist's dream
Her power is overwhelming
The Light is blinding
So luminous, some are wary
Becuase they fear she may overtake all
The war is over, time for rest
She retreats to lands unknown
Leaving the world to heal
She may return if black blood
runs again.
Nonsense poem is nonsense
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