shadows fall,darkness rises.
the ancients rule,the tide is higher
the darkness grows,into life.
a shadowy thing,filled with strife.
begging Lucifer,to spare him.
but will not happen,for Lucifer never shows mercy to mortals.
until a strong force comes,to redeem thyself of there sins.
his name is lord lichman,and he is the warrior of Albakhan
he was sworn on his life not to sin on his fateful mission,but was forced too.
he broke a promise too his love, his father and too those who called him "friend".
so lichman makes his decent into the circles of hell and fights through limbo,lust,glutton,arvari,wrath,dis,heresy,violence,fraud,and treachery.
lichman fought his way to the last circle,where him and Lucifer,the ruler of the inferno,had there final battle.
lichman was nearly defeated,but did not give up.
he found strength in his weakness,and weakness in his strength.
and through his power. he defeated the ruler of the inferno,and redeemed his damned soul,and was brought,to the light above.
Don't take anything bad.. Just go along carefully next time. This is all in good spirits <3!
Fixed here! Here's my attempt at making your poem better...
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