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buried in the sands that sweep across,
to the shadows of darkness was their loss,
pointing to the direction away from danger,
standing ready the knight and ranger,
the darkness comes as they stand tall,
the shadowed figures scream a loud call,
hitting hard but knocking only their shields,
the darkness surrounds them in flower fields,
the ranger is pulled in and torn apart,
as the knight kneels down covering his heart,
a feather floats past that was in the rangers hat,
he removes his helmet and hair plat,
looking up to see the dark eyes of the shadow lord,
cutting his neck as all life now poured,
puddle of blood in a field of green,
surrounded by shadows never seen.