Back in Black

Another poem about the third of my major role-playing characters, the bladesinger Zardilann Darhtill.

Being hunted down, fighting all the time
Trying to escape, determine our crime
Darkness has returned, chasing us in Hell
But I know the Dark, it makes my heart swell
When he spoke my name, I turned into a whore
And upon his touch, it made my soul soar