Reign of Madness (King's Dark Tidings, #2)

by Kel Kade

thy fall! Penance paid by blood, thy witness, righteous raven’s razing soar – “Gone be thee!” thy voice says, “Cometh nigh the Rez.” At the hour, on the morrow, not with certain sadness, woe, or sorrow, Prey ye never see him coming, never feel thy heart’s hard thrumming. May ye never mind the missive, forbidden song unsung in writings – In dark and devilish dirge, “Come I to thee with King’s Dark Tidings,” Fall to dream, thy breath deceased, dance with sylph, a soul released, But ‘twas day! – with bright and luminous halls – no shadowed walls! Knight of Shadows, ruler’s summons; ride thee swiftly, bear no sightings – “Kingdom calls,” yon mark says – “Cometh nigh, the Rez.”