Scrolls of the Shadowland - Obtained Enslavement

The grim force set sail

into a world of magic

where wastelands were blue-soaked, in the capes of the mountains

With a hunger as great

as the most ancient of daggers

Six were the days

to be ended on the seventh night

As it stepped into the shadowland

grass began to grow

A storm blew with a bliss,

accomplishing the serpents kiss

With blood like the noblest of red

And with a purpose

yet unknown to any dimension,

set her eyes on fire

for ultimate visions to discover

Her lips touched the ground

and became Death and his bride