hundred years, hundred more
someday we may see a
woman king, sword in hand
swing at some evil and bleed
“The screams of the dying had unlocked a gate. A door that led directly to the throne of the Goddess. Etro waited beyond the gate, and sent her miracles to the human world. But a creeping darkness slipped through, and threatened to devour our reality. Etro closed the gate, and warped the timeline. Time’s flow was altered, and existence itself was distorted.”
“They all want to fight.”“Good for them.”
And I’m trying not to think what I’m leaving now.
No deceiving now, it’s time you let me know.
When the lights go out and we open our eyes,
out there in the silence, I’ll be gone.