Flowers of Doom - Poetry

Silent was the valley,
A place where evil lurked,
Besting it not an option,
Fewer knew that still.

At least up until now.

Calling an entity for help,
Unsure of how it might turn,
Never a worry that was though,
For they knew the rites to seize control.

Laughter echoing through the corridors,
Calling it even,
Maybe worse,
It was only time to contemplate,
And that they did,
For years in meditation,
Contemplation was all that had been active.

Darkness engulfed the village,
Taking it over,
To the end of the mind,
Breaking it over to the other side,
Time stood still,
Till the end.

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