₩ Kindred ashes have blown through the winds₩
₩Tearing another mast down as they wollow₩
₩As I look over the shallow hole a new arise begins₩
₩Nothing tough nothing shallow a time of connection and peace₩
₩Woven tapestries in honour of the left and the surviving are allowed to increase₩

₩A devilish fiend they were broken in an assortment of chronos₩
₩Never searching for much besides the selfish ideals of man₩
₩slithered down a drape of time, slashed with the parallels of black and white₩
₩ Honour of which was crescent braided-never showing where they truly began₩
Arched down kneeling on their knee to the fate of shadows that they themselves cast unready for the final fight₩
₩seeing only once more the times of colour in awe as its radiance shattered₩
₩Billions upon billions it became not knowing of its once agonising pain₩

₩Truly becoming something that merely in the eyes of its self, deemed to matter₩
₩A mere representation of what had once been and what to become a cycle of chared ash₩
₩Quelling A insatiable Pit of despair that never turns it's wits away from a bag of trash₩

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