Mirk

Flee with hope,

Wearing a white robe,

To the very extremity

Sailing the frontiers.

Landed in an islet

Carrying corpse of ally,

Bleeding over body

Losing mind and hope.

Entombing his corpse,

Moaned his beloved

Pondering over the fate

That none else should suffer.

Frequenters of islet,

Sun and moon shone

Brightly over the land

Never seen the girl

Where did she vanish?

Bats found a long hair

Leading to a lass

Hiding from the world

Evolving into Troglobite.

Light didn't find the place

She lived rest of her life

As a queen of her place

Along with mirk, the king.