Over taken on foreign shores
the Once-King was caught,
brought in chains
before the Terrible Foe
seated up high
on a twisted mockery
of his throne of old

With a cold smile and
eyes shining with an unholy glow
the Foe spoke soft and slow.

Did you think you could flee?
that you wouldn't have to see
Your towers toppled
and your fountains smashed
Your works in ruin
and your power stilled?
Your kingdom of lights is done!

Your crown is on my head,
but your death is not yet
I shall see to it
that you live in regret
Till your dying breath.

His eyes they snuffed out
and his robe they tore,
branded upon his forehead
was a sign of woe.
His body to be broken
and his mind set aflame
guilt wracked
and shame flayed
to be shackled in the dark
locked away from life
never to see daylight again.

Chained to a dungeon wall
his eyes forever shut
Bathed in shadows and torch-lit glow
he brooded over all he had brought low,
glory and its gains, the price for pride
that led to this shame
He read by the light of inner eyes
words he thought he had mastered.
Could it be that he had lied?

Reforged in fires of failure
And reborn to serve as a sword
his pride to serve only one purpose
to ensure that he would someday
understand and atone.

Ten years to the day
he slew his guards
and made his escape
And in the place of his eyes,
there burned a terrifying flame.

My eyes scan the horizon,
Their icy blue texture captivating.
Capturing all sights.

My wolf-ears,
White and fluffy.
So magnificent,
When it comes to sounds.

Their like vibrations in my drums,
Every sound I capture.
Every animal I hear,
Respecting the space,
We have in between.

Gazing upon the pale moon,
Miss Auroura my dear.
You are beautiful this clear night.

You light up the black sky,
Full of stars.
Full with your smile.

I howl to the moon,
Standing proud.
Beautiful...
Dangerous...

I growl at the sounds around me,
My muzzle twitches to all smells.

I walk alone,
Along this lonely trail.
Hunting on my own.
Every Elk I bring down,
Get's a prayer of respect.
For the chase was a blast.

Howling to the moon,
Melodic is the one of song.
The White Wolf,
Of Auroura.

Burnt within his heart's agony
Forsaken by the moon
Bestowed by her eternal curse
He couldn't breathe
He's drowning in fear
The innocent he'd slayed
These dreams only made it worse

His prose structured constellations
Aligning to his onus
Reliance to the innocence that still resides
Wondering why the stars denied him
The hopes he had, diminished in an instant

"Why me!!?"
He growled with remorse
He didn't want this
He became what he hated
He became the vital source of hatred

His only solace was the sun
He once relented the only source-
That gave him light
Light of hope that never runs out

Staring at that silver spear
He picked it up, smiling
And ended his life


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