I like this poem too much to put it in the review room. I'm aware of its many flaws, but due to the deep meaning it has for me I just can't bear to change it. The King The Lost One, trapped in blackened flame; King of Shadows; fire's bane. Replication of callous life; Connisseur of deadly strife. Reaper with illusions face, Focused on malicious chase. Haunting the realm of ancient dreams, Pulling at its precious seams. Step slowly through the bloodstained door Encounter light, and dream no more.