The Dreaded Book of Nevermore
Within a twisted wood unnamed,Lies a book of darkest days,
Left alone, forgotten, maimed,
For in its text true evil stays.
Telling tales of long ago,
Darkest Angels, Ghouls, and Hell,
When an angel dared say no
To the sound of Heaven’s Bell.
Shadows crept upon the ground,
Angelic legions broke and tore,
Mist moved quick without a sound,
The time had come for Heaven’s war.
Demons fought against the Word,
Those once of God, now slaves to Pride,
They have known, and they have heard,
That their hope for life has died.
Their captains met upon the field,
Their swords met with reluctant zeal,
Michael hit, and Satan reeled,
And Michael crushed him with his heel.
As Michael cast his brother down,
Said he: “A hateful place for you to dwell!”
The brightest light fell farthest down,
And thus, was then created Hell.
Demons screamed in black repose,
Their beauty gone, their glory done,
As they lost, and came to close,
The battle finished; Heaven won.
In this book, it tells these tales,
Of darkness, mystery, and Hell,
This, the king of forgotten lore,
This, the book, called: Nevermore.
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