Literature
Death of Immortality
DEATH OF IMMORTALITY
Earth began as nothing more than a dead shell
A lonesome, empty hell.
Yet above and below this forsaken land
Two immortal beings ruled with an iron hand.
Estrogal, Lord of the Skies above,
Whose heart was pure as the dove,
And garments flowed white as sails on an eternal breeze
His splendor was enough to make one's breath freeze.
Negal, Lord of the Darkness below,
Whose heart was black as the crow,
By his sword the blood spilled
And the sound of his laughter chilled.
Two mighty forces locked in eternal clash
Yet never did their weapons slash
Their pride was too great
To let a duel to make mortal their f