I Enjoy The Writings Of The Demented

Stolen crown a short story by me Ruby

My blade is red, and I have come to take your crown.' I can feel the cold Hand of Death In the End drawing near
I've seen gods of men and all of which they fear
what's on the Black Mountain
where the Gold Dragon sleeps
I have a book of names
and you are part of the Peace
that will soon be revenged of me taking my black Castle back and reaping what you stole
I will stand my red sword through you're bloody chest
I will curse you upon this wickedness I will sing your soul Assyrian sleep and the deep blue sea Hilo my black Castle on the very we could see