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Scottish bagpipes upon the moors,

Song of death from the bloody war.

The battle fought took many a life,

Even the moon stayed hid on this night.



He stood tall and proud, though inside emotions raged,

He vowed this would not be the final chapter, but the beginning of a new page.

One by one, and more to come his clan had been felled,

But on this night the mightiest of all would send them all to hell.



No. The invaders had not stopped with the warriors,

But darkened each of the villagers doors.

He saw women, and their children all slain,

And only a few were lucky to remain.



“Death to the intruders revenge shall come

There shall be no  peace for your brothers nor sons.

You will be hunted, no mercy shall I give,

For I am Dark Heart, and I still live.’



Annisa, she had been his foreseen bride,

In two months time, she would have forever been by his side.

As he fought in the bloody battle, he lost her from his sight,

And when it was over the Good man was giving her the Last Rites.



“NOOOOOO” he screamed,” It cannot be,

By the powers please do not take her from me.”

But nothing could be done to she could not be saved,

And he swore revenge, as she rested in her grave.



Many moons had passed since that night,

And true enough dark heart continued the fight.

One by one the enemy succumbed to his blade,

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, none got away.



For he was Dark Heart, his name was spoken with fear,

So silent and quick no one knew where he would next appear.

Years, months, weeks, and days, his quest he carried on,

In one minute in then out, he was gone.



His legend grew, and grew, and grew,

How much was lie, how much was truth?

Tales told were sometimes stretched, other times less,

But it did not matter none to Dark Heart, for he was the best.



So many scars he carried on his body, and in his soul,

He died young in age, but in his heart he was really old.

He died in battle as a warrior should,

And as he closed his eyes, there his sweet Annisa stood.



He took his revenge, he killed many men,

He waged his own battle within.

But now peace had come, as he was laid to rest,

And his warriors mourned Dark Heart, after all he was the best.