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From the depths, the demons rise,
From the pits, their masters call,
From the Darkness, the monster calls them to him
From a distance, whatches he who brought them here.
He watches, transfixed by his horror
As the monster steps from the Darkness,
And sees it for what it is,
In its eyes, he sees the swirling depths of chaos.
In its face, he sees only death.
And he sees the worst fact of all,
He sees himself, and cries out,
He charges the monster,
Surprising it and throwing it down,
With what remains of his will,
He flings himself after it,
Over the edge and into the abyss,
Falling faster and faster,
He feels himself slip away,
He marshals his strength,
With the last ounce of his life,
He strikes the demon down and collapses.
He hears the shrieks of the demons in the distance,
He sees a light, and walks toward it quickly,
Embracing his death, and welcoming the peace,
He smiles