I arose to purple ozone and alabaster moon
On the darkened jungle floor as I always do
Clutching tightly the soft bit of warmth of my only friend
The one thing that hasn’t been taken from me
Blood against blood I roam uselessly
The towers of God are where I make my home
Carved into earth- sturdy conglomerate stone
Searching out the light of my life adamantly
My brother tricked and stolen away
Royal responsibilities willing me to stay
Sea of sand, a vast desert of glass
A fortress of grey in fields of golden ash
Justice for a friend and truth for my love
Freedom ripped from my hands
Romanticism fueling these futile plans
Maze of ice and a mother made of the same
Eternal spring wearing thin like maternal brain
A quest for pride in clouded, dilated eyes
Lamb to the slaughter escaped just in time
Eyes of violet begging, “Be mine. . . Be. Mine.”
Green highlands dotted with sentries
A grand castle of justice unable to be seized
Honor to be won in light of previous victories
Son comes to face the long-deceased
Rage allowing a fathers spirit to find peace
City of light and fading memories of family
These are the grounds of loss and ancient infamy
The last strands of childhood drifting from her grasp
Loss of all who were ever at an arms-length
Girl grown from weakness of heart into polished strength
Six to fell god-beasts of lore
Six who had no meaning before
Six to give life to Yggdrasil once more
Six to die, six to restore
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