Needless Things: Dark Underworld Overlords

Beneath the crust where shadows breed, They feast on sorrow, pride, and greed, Their crowns are carved from bones of kings, Their thrones are fire and broken rings.

They rule with silence, iron, flame, Each whisper carved becomes a name, A legion bound in chains of night, Obeys their signal, void of light.

Their eyes are lanterns drowned in ash, Their touch erodes, their footsteps crash, Through tunnels deep the echoes pour, A symphony of endless war.

Dark underworld overlords rise, Their laughter splits the midnight skies, And every mortal soul they keep, Is just a relic for their sleep. NNN