Scrolls Of The Shadowland - Obtained Enslavement

The grim force set sail
Into a world of magic
Where wastelands were blue-soaked, in
The capes of the mountains
With a hunger as great
As the most ancient of daggers
Six were the days
To be ended on the seventh night
As it stepped into the shadowland
Grass began to grow
A storm blew with a bliss,
Accomplishing the serpents kiss
With blood like the noblest of red
And with a purpose
Yet unknown to any dimension,
Set her eyes on fire
For ultimate visions to discover
Her lips touched the ground
And became Death and his bride