The great Knight Artorias
Traversed the abyss
As he fought the darkness
Searching for his kiss
Of glory, Dusk, but madness
Could not be destroyed
Not will nor sword though steel
Could fend him from the void
And when his will was broken
His companion cast astray
His shield was his last token
Poor Artorias lost his way
  • 27 February 2014
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