When the war of the beast brings about the worlds end
The goddess descends from the sky
wings of light and dark spread afar
she guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
we seek it thus, and take into the sky
ripples form on the waters surface
the wandering soul knows no rest
there is no hate, only joy
for you are beloved by the goddess
hero of the dawn, healer of worlds
dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
pride is lost
wings stripped away, the end is nigh
my friend, do you fly away now
to a world that abhors you and I
all that awaits you is a somber morrow
no matter where the wind may blow
my friend, your desire
is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
even if the morrow is barren of promises
nothing shall forestall my return
My friend, the fates are cruel
there are no dreams, no honor remains
the arrow has left the bow of the goddess
my soul, currupted by vengeance
hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
in my own salvation
and your eternal slumber
legend shall speak
of sacrifices at worlds end
the wind sails over the waters surface
quietly, but surely
even if the morrow is barren of promises
nothing shall forestall my return
to become the dew that quenches the land
to spare the land, the seas, the skies
i offer thee this silent sacrifice
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FeatheredMan52
01:33 Dec 16 2009
super mega awesome works!