When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the beautiful full moon within the night sky. As I tried to rise up and check the situation, I found out that my hands were tied tightly behind my back. It was no different with my legs either.
Eyes widened in realization, I glanced at the place where I was tied to. It was a vast grassland that stretched into the horizon. Although it boggles my mind as to how I had ended up in this spot, the fire circumstances of all four limbs of mine being restricted took priority.
Not to mention, a lump of clothes was stuffed onto my mouth
As they give toast with their fancy glass and laugh in mirthThey divulge themselves in wine while the poor work with girthWhen the low born have nothing to eat or anything with high worthThe rich would eat the meat and amass golds ever since their birthWoe to those who would worry about the incoming coldFor their abode were no more than a wrecked woods, stones, and mold
Listening to the sounds of winds brushing through me was all I could do at the moment. Far from being manly and brave, I've to be escorted back by my own savior in order to see the circumstances in the village after I told the way to go there to the mysterious individuals who lured me to nowhere.As I recalled the attires of those figures, I became more convinced that they are the same people who once saved me from the jaw of the night beast and a certain doom. Yet, before I could utter my gratitude to them or even ask about the surroundings rumours about them, they manipulated me and took all of the information from me without any hesitation.Vexing is what it was. Truly, our meeting could end much better with appropriate timing an
A drop of blood and a circle of riteTo call upon the incarnation of blightA soul to sell and uncountable corpses to inciteTo wake up the unspeakable being with unmatched mightThough varied they were, from the abhorrent beast, until the darndest knightYet stood they did, to listen upon their summoner's plight
Through the darkest night or the brightest dayA hunter he was, who stalked his preyThrough the hidden paths, or the most cramped alleywaySniffing their footsteps with only instinctual hunch or random hearsayAs he held his sword and showed his sharp fangs in full displayHe won't stop until he saw all of his enemies in was
Banding together to sow chaos and discordTo overwhelmed the might of spear and swordRaising their own opinion and uttered their empty ideals to retortWhile their temporary prowess gather the mobs attention and supportThe protest of the weak, or so they thoughtBecause they are the majority, thus they mus
Listen, thou who wish for moreThrough the twisted minds of the degenerate and their countless goreBorn the beings whose heart were darker than any of their rumoured loreAnd their help were everything worth dying forYet, the true horror lurk within them, the cruel never ending fate will be in storeFor those who take them lightly, as their name was something one couldn't ignore<
They were sung in tale, the friend of the natureThe fae of the woods, the guardians that possess thin statureThough young they seem to be, they were older than most and more than matureThough few they might be, long lasting they were as they protected their cultureThough humanoid they are, they differ from humans with other facial featureThough mindful to others, nothing would concern them more
When moon was nigh and full in formWhen night was young and the sky covered in stormA single door will arrive uponthose who wish to see others true formThe door that reveal the hidden pathof the concealed platform;The secret gallery of the unmasked, the lovers or the scorned