In the tenth age the vision was cast,
shadows entwined with a covenant broken.
Fragments gathered, the monster amassed,
a doom foretold, yet scarcely spoken.
From flame and ash the ember torn,
the gate of midnight left unsealed.
A stolen hearts in silence worn,
the soul of fire revealed.
The crown of shadow coils in thought,
venom seated where reason lies.
The mind deceives, the will is wrought,
a serpent's truth in silence cries.
A frame divided, flesh in war,
fang of plague and breath of blight.
The body fractured evermore,
a cursed form beneath the night.
White rose bound in hollow breath,
blood awakened yet void remains.
The gift of life entwined with death,
a vessel cursed in hidden chains.
At moon's high crown the dirge shall rise,
a cry that sunders, silence slain.
A voice that calls where shadow lies,
a song of loss, a song of pain.
Eyes unblinking, veiled in dream,
truths unveiled, despair made whole.
Sight divides the living stream,
and sunders body, mind, and soul.
Six as one, decree revealed,
essence bound, the rite fulfilled.
The realm shall falter, the fate concealed,
and bow before the monster's will.
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Ash From a Rose
FantasyOn the 10th century, a prophecy was made. This divination contains a sacred secret of both worlds between light and darkness. They believe the creatures will reveal the truth about both worlds and reborn the most powerful supernatural being that ev...
