The Children of the Entity

It’s Dread Children

There were but seven in all
Children of the shapeless, forgotten form.

The Life Taker, life eater
the Wanderer, scorned of heart
They dance together in its living dark.

The Lady of Luck tosses her spinning coin.
the Beast, bearing maw
Fools to this dark war.

The Soldier, bears scars
The Doctor, dreams perfection

The Prisoner, owed deliverance.

All are destined to fall,
By my gracious sword.



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