Sunset Lord

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A careful will, cannot help but see,
The evil in a tyrant king,
An enemy that has usurped the throne,
Any malicious ruler.

But on the other side, of light and good,
Is a ruler of right, the Sunset Lord,
Where he got his name, never will be known,
But he is the Sunset King and Lord.

He rules on a mountain top,
A castle in the Sunlight,
The Marble place of the Good,
Of power and of might.

And every day, day by day,
He grows younger and stronger still,
It is said he had no sire,
And to live, a will.

He traverses time backwards,
An arrow pointing in reverse,
The river that flows upstream,
Flowing to the source.

Every day he destroys,
An evil ruler of the time,
The king, the tyrant, the ruling userper,
One less every day.

Once the day comes, that no evil lives,
Down his castle will fall to dust,
His work will be done,
And nothing will be left to do.

For the day he dies is the sunset,
The sunset of the Earth,
The world bath in red blood,
A shuddering of the land.

Who knows what happens next,
Even the bards will not guess,
For it is safer not to know,
And hope for the best.

Because on the other side, of light and good,
Is a ruler of right, the Sunset Lord,
Where he got his name, never will be known,
But he is the Sunset King and Lord.