Days are Dark,so is Death

In the dark of night and downpour of rain the iron hulk walked.With a limp body in one arm presumably dead, and in the other a pole with a lamp on the end.

He's the grave keeper,one of the many vile and cruel creations of the king.The world had dramatcly changed since he took the thrown,at first just slight tweeks but now so much as the sky is almost always dark.

The government is corrupt and cruel,but not just the officals but the people are just as bad.They were once all loving neighbors,but now cruel backstabers.I cant blame them, in a world like this you cant trust anyone.

I am sick of this life of picking of the scraps of the street.I am sick of sucking up to merciless officals.I am sick of the king

I am Seban,I am change.