Welcome to another War of Nytefall: Anarchy poem. Today, we’re going to have one about the other side of the vampire civil war. Only fitting that Nyte comes after Nytefall since they’ve been around since the start.
A standing museum
Of the old ways
Nestled within shadows
And thriving
Beneath the surface
*
Once a jewel
In a crown of cities
Forged by fangs
Bathed in blood
Nyte now stands alone
*
Refusing to die
And accept changes
Peace is not their goal
Domination
Wets their desires
*
If Nytefall
Is the kingdom of light
Nyte is its shadow
Always lurking
And ready to devour
Wow! What a creative description!
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Oooooooh. Good one.
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Nice one Charles.
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