Lost Minds

The King of the Dead stood atop his pedestal
His drones milled around, drinking in words of venom
Ages ago, the King had killed the minds of his minions
Though he permitted them to keep their hollow skulls
into which He filled as he pleased.

Far across the distant horizon
A sparkling mind arose, competing with the sun
The King awoke in his Kingdom of Darkness
and beheld the fiery Soul's heroic attempts;
As he plodded through the surrounding muck
And became embattled with beasts most fearsome
that attempted to steal his flaming core

Persist he did and reached he the gates
of a fortress most dark that the Sun balked
but the light of reason pervaded the Dark
of manic proportions a battle ensued
to gain a quarter, none managed
The battle rages relentlessly, incessantly
Some remain drones, while some have new minds
To foretell of the result, I know not
But be thee wise to choose the side that befits you!