The world can be dark and full of terrors
black boned knights that ride like shadows
deep and quiet
and full of dread
hooves that make no noise
Until all the world can hear their thunder
red and sharp with steel and shame
born out of a hole that does not love
the unreasonable hate.
only the unloved hate;
the unloved and the unnatural.
times are hard and full of terror
but they too shall pass.
all the world can see us now
and true nobility is exempt from fear