A Prayer Before Dusk

A Prayer Before Dusk

Save him
From the evils he’s spawned
From the claws of the beast
Soon to scratch at his door

Save the long-lost hero
Who fights in his shadow;
Betrayed and diminished,
Left to fester and rot

Sever the rope
Tied and taut
Wound around his burning throat
By his own scheming hands

Let him fall to his knees
Let him rise to his feet
Before the night closes in

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