A spell cast, enchanted brilliance.
The blue aura of a source.
Might and magic seeping
The heart and soul reaping
Harvested glory, full of sorrow
Talons of steel, clutching madness.
There comes a knocking
It is he who has not spoken
The world is free once again
Or at least in my rein.
Illusions of power, promises forgotten
Losing what was not there
Owning that cannot be owned
There upon the brink of it all
Lay the “Dragon Reborn”
He who loses, against he who shall win
The battle long forgotten is no longer any sin
The yin and the yang not separated
Is a soul made whole |
Submission Name: Prophecy
