The Askance Chapter 3 Part 2b

“The only light from a sword have sheltered me from despair The balance of reality and dreams, welcomes nothing to compare Dreams were afterall the insanity of one’s desire Made to believe moments before the awakening hour This belongs the true origin since the fall of the humans The curse brought from our love to cause The Ancients total domination Moments since loved, to love to then unlove I give to you only truth afar from lies to serve” {Years of yore, a time somewhence atween the Holy War A prophecy is soon to begin its outcry once more Humanities who were forged to serve the Battalion Goddess were dying away Prayers in blood were dis-spirited souls praying to live another day Yet despairs to the Heavens never seem to be heard Where forth the Battalion Goddess, where is the Goddess of Word? The Goddess who mortals seek hope in, bears one in many prophecies The one to lead till the end of war, to rid the Ancients of miseries However, the DarkLord Alkzadrius, only grew ever stronger each dusk Every other night to those who live, only promises to be last There was then this one night, in the ruins throughout The Ancients A brightest of light shone from a seemingly farthest of distance Two figures emerge from beyond, one a woman and another a man And the very might of the moment itself, have had evil dissolving into the sands Every other minions who came in their way were vanquish Even spells and curses cast upon the terrain had discreetly vanish Sensing victory for the night, mortals around raise their swords and fought Yet the battle were already won at hearts without so much a thought! It was raining a subtle when dawn finally arrive That day, every mortal to witness the birth had survive Humanities rejoice in triumph to the Champions of the lands Peace being the one hope for all time, was only just a matter of when The prophecy remains to be true… prayers were heard Evermore so, mortals reunited to serve once more the Goddess of Word Every battle were won, wherever the Champions of the Word were to walk In time, they were feared by most every minions of the Darklord Alkaiya, the name enchanted by the people for the mistress of War Being the one who beholds the Bow of the Word hence fore And the Knight of the Word who has without a bearing name Who wield the Sword of Sin where evil is nay to remain}