Monday, March 7, 2011


Knights of the Black Cross
Riding their owls
Fall from the darkness
Ripping open the veil
Of night
They wait to prey
Upon the fleet of ships
Below them
Weary from the journey
Humming loudly
As they wait
To drop their death
Above the land
Of the Iron Cross
Who has knights
Who will fight
Until the land burns
Along with the people
It has murdered