Shadow dancers

Under the harvest moon.
In the leafy clearing.
From the deepening shadows, rise the army of the darkness.

Dressed in black Armour, the frosty moon beams never touch the smooth dark surface. Faces hidden beneath obsidian helmets.

The war has begun.
Like a macabre ballet dance, they fight. Strokes of metal against metal, like a tune for their ghostly dance.

Fighting for eternity under the harvest moon