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***Epitath Of Twilight***
Yet to return, the shadowed one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon
Rumbles the Dark Hearth,
And Helba, Queen of the Dark, has raised finally her army.
Apeiron, King of Light, beckons...
At the base of the rainbow they meet.
Against the abominable "Wave," together they fight.
Alba's lake boils.
Light's great tree doth fall.
Power - all now to droplets turned in the temple of Arche Koeln.
Returns to nothing, this world of shadowless ones.
Never to return, the shadowless one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.
The wife buffeted by "waves" turns her back on the field.
The daughter that waited for the shadows repeated,
"For sure... For sure I can go home."
But the girl did not know...
The truth that waited at the end of the journey
The eternal mourning of her land.
"When the finger points to the yonder moon, the fool will not look at the fingertip"
The whole cannot be changed.
We have already lost that chance.
Because the time left to us was short,
We were mistaken in our path.
But now do we realize,
We should change not the whole,
But the parts.
Wave soars and shrouds the eyes.
No one means to fight an omnipresent force.
The shadowless ones just grieve.
Why must it be a wave?
Divide, if it were just...
then retaliate, we may.
Over the Keel Mountain,
Nears an ape with human speech,
The ape asks,
"What clings to you?
Bear it - you cannot
Accept it - you cannot
But hidden - it is from you.
Recite its name.
The heaven is disturbed, it covers "wave" sight and there is a excessively.
In order that it resists the power which is unevenly distributed the shadow
it is not the thing, "the wave" it becomes in the some reason which sighs simply without?
At least while the peak of the wave also if it is, an arrow it is to reward the thing
In the place of the calamitous, only life was known.
After the circling stars
When the eastern dark void, the air full of despair
In the depths of the divided forest, in the land of Karma,
Riding fast on the path is Skeith
Bearing death's shadow, it eliminates all that seek to thawart it.
The Confusing Mirage, Innis
Decieves those that see it with illusions, rescues the waves
The wave soaring high, when its head is smashed,
A new wave will emerge
To become Magus's power.
When questioning the wave,
hope's light will be lost when he speaks of the
dark future of where sorrow and resignation reign.
Using Fiddlehiem's Technique
When englufed by the Waves of Calamity, Gole will plan
The sweet snare of conciliation is Maha
The Waves, an exceeding maelstrom
Nothing can escape
When you think you have escaped, Talvos exists
To destroy those with his exceeding cruelty
Upon violent requital, only to remain is the void, the vacant darkness
is the harbringer that Copernic is to appear.
Perhaps then the Wave is just a
beginning as well.
'Epitaph of Twilight'---Emma Wieland
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