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“The wake of one’s desire is the wake in one’s dream
Nothing belongs an ever within The Ancient to seem
Of dreams misplace, of thoughts misled and of mind misread
Where sorrows are only ever to grow and death to always be fed
I acknowledge one’s return from a much awaited time
Are you prepared to embark once more, the quest whence abandon years behind?
The amulet you were engiven, is only to belong to the chosen one
It be fallen into the wrong hands, will it be erupted with heat of the flaming Sun
It is indeed a mighty gift from the Goddess of Word
For it beholds a meaning unattainable, a power to be unheard
Yet it bonds us in a way, that which never is to understand
Perhaps one day, the crosses beyond our dreaded lives will comprehend?
Seek the quiet tranquility from the emblem within your dreams
I will come to aid in regardless beyond unquestionable means
However, I am to warn of its unknowledgeable power it beholds
An absurd warning from me, as once a mortal be told”

{It was a night of quiet desperation from a battle before
With a bleeding wound by the side, he lays helplessly raw
Unable to will even the strength to stand his ground
He calls for Alkaiya, only to hear silence is all that abound
Of each battle won, death for its toll only becomes easier to claim
Burdens of life is only evermore to remain never the same
Deprive of mortality, he loses himself to open death’s door
No more deaths, no more burdens and no more of task uncalled for
And he drifted into the darkest… into the very core of dreams
Fearing no more for a life, that which never once is to seem
Relief embrace him, tranquility has found a place within his heart
It felt to be the longest before brightness has to tear the darkness apart!
There was light immediately from everywhere and from nowhere
A figure protruding from the center, beautiful and illusionary fair
She was bare of clothing with her hair glistening against the light
A scent was caught as well to suggest a growing lumic into the night
He knew who she was, though never once has he ever seen her
She was the one, the Goddess of Word, his ultimate creator}

“I am all who sees as despair, I am hatred itself
I’m neither of comfort nor wisdom to seek, war is my only wealth
You are no more to me but a fragile soul to have been chosen
That, beyond Heaven’s calling is never the quest for reasons
Should you long have realize, you are only a mortal
Where feelings, emotions and self-pity are at your disposal
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