Valley of Vacuum

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Riding on a black stallion 

Donning darkness as a cape

The silver sword sheathed 

By the folds of the night

A Knight crossed the mountains.

Clouds filled the new moon sky 

Heavy and gray, ready to lash out

As the stallion skid to a halt

Allowing the thunderous echo 

To lapse into an eerie silence.

On his feet, the Knight forged ahead

Enveloped by the shadows 

One step at a time 

He entered the ominous place

Called the Valley of Vacuum.

Not a soul ever walked

On the lands cursed by blood

Of the ancients who ruled

Until one cold winter evening 

Nightmare arrived dressed in disguise.

Sucking away the light of the days

Never allowing a ray to pass

The shadows turned darker

Growing stronger and powerful

With the vibration of the spells.

Deep into the valley, the Knight went

The Glint of his sword  

Somehow showing him the way

As the mountains closed from the sides

Blocking the path of his return.

Turning back was not his aim

Slicing through the thick abyss

He walked to the throne of lightning 

For the Knight was a true heir 

And the Valley of Vacuum was his to claim. 

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Note:
Tried to weave a mystery story for the Valley of Vacuum. :)
We are almost done with the letters.