MrRedWhale

Stories say, there is a man who lives far far away, most say he once lived among us but was forced to leave when people didn't see a benefit to his ways. This man, when he did live among us, could bring countries to their knees with his words, a wave of his hand left canyons in his wake. But they- No, our people, we forced him away when we didn't need him anymore. The scary thing was, he didn't fight it or try and stay. We actually didn't notice at first, it was just that someone walked by his home and realised the fire was no longer lit and the food had spoiled and the walls had began to crumble under the weight of neglect. Now? I don't know, hell, no one knows exactly where he lives. But out of the corner of your eye, the flickers in the mirror, you see him. Only to turn around to watch empty air linger. But, there is one thing no one dares to say but we all know it... Deep down. When the 'Crowned King of Nowhere' returns, upon a horse covered in jewels, bearing a cloak made of

Down in the deep where the Kraken lies asleep, Glory and gold, in its home of old. When the day has lost to night, Young child its time to fight. If not for what is right... Then fight for your life. When the storm comes alive, And waters sink and rise, Young child realise. This may be your demise. Please listen to my tale, Or your plans may fail. When the skies fall dark, That's when it leaves its mark. Young child, don't embark, For you bear that birthmark. Of tentacles and teeth, It dwells in that reef. It waits beyond the shore, just for you all. A beast of stormy power, it waits through every hour.