The Day of the Gothic
The darkness overwhelmed the day
No sign of dawn but the earth is dimmed
The sunrise never fails to come,
But the light does not show its might.
Thunder’s wave is crawling in the air
As the lightning burns the ground
The rain drops on the filthy soil,
A mark of sorrowful and fearful day.
The Goths are dancing on their grave
Calling the dead to rise and live
To take the life of the living flesh,
Whose soul is dark and wicked.
People are calling for the water to fall
To wash the dirt they left behind
Now, the dark water falls in their eyes,
They shout for help before the Gothic’s realm.
The Goths are rising and praising their gods
While they look at the rising mud
They will control this sinful world
For this day has been marked for them.
People says they are so wise
Yet, no sign of wisdom in their mind
They say they’ll fight for the light,
But they knee at the dark Gothic’s god.
The Goths are marching on this land
They carry the unnamed book of death
They will read it in a low and pale voice
If a name is called, he will join the march.
My dark pen will never forget this day
I am writing these words in total darkness
Endless grief guides my hand to write
The words to describe the day of the Gothic.
xXSpiCaXx Community Member 
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