Beyond the world,
into the forest of old...
A wild beast roams....

Tragedy has robbed it of human life,
Only becoming it inner self..
The Archaic...
Wolf.

As the storm draws within the town,
It watches the surrounding prison of mortals,
Who are unaware of its presence.

With a howl of might,
The gunfire rings out.
Two wolves run blindly towards their ****.

One of pure white and blue eyes stains with blood,
The other limps away injured.
Together they roam away,
To the den where their pups wait.

The white wolf known as Azul whimpers to her mate,
Worried for his dear life that slowly slips away.
Her heart is archaic and knows the end draws near,
As her black wolf passes on from this world.

Pain lingers in her heart,
Making her regret the start.

Anger then boils with agony,
As she howls to the thundering sky,
The pups join her ringing and soon,
another pack in the distance joins in the sad chorus.

The Archaic heart of a wolf,
Can not be turned to stone,
Even if the mate dies alone.

One day they will be together again,
As human as can be,
Surrounded by the roses of red,
And stems of green.

One day,
All humanity will pay.
For taking away her heart,
Her love,
Her mate.

Winter...
A beautiful and glorious sight tis thee.
It bringeth the blanket of white that provides the cold and frostbite.

Beyond the Winters gaze is the one of snow.
She who knows her world is now,
Knowing the past revealed,
With the apple of Eden's Renewal.

She is like those of the Snow,
Who show favor in the cold.
They know the truth,
behind her mask of a muse.

The one of the snow is pale,
With bright eyes and hair.
Shes young in her age,
Like her brothers and sisters of this Age.

The one of the snow knows your pain,
Knows your path,
And will fight the wrath.

Winter comes from a silent slumber in the clouds,
Where the one of the snow,
Is now.

Beware the one of the snow,
For along the side.
She will summon a blizzard,
To blanket the skies....

Voices rang throughout the willow,
Symphonic, Angelic, free...
They defined this lovely tree.

Its own heart be,
as wise and true as the forest that surrounds it,
both old and new.

The Willow swishes its branches that gracefully dance,
moving to the beat of the music.
which hath put it in this trance.

The Willow is old,
The Willow is wise,
It knoweth thy soul,
behind your very eyes.

Its beauty is undefined,
Mythical and refined.
It sings along in kind.

You know your soul when it sings with thee,
The heart and soul of a tree.
They move, sing and cry.
Even within the darkest night.

The Willow is archaic,
as the earth it grows upon,
Renewed and restored,
by its mother above.

Pray for thee,
for it knoweth the end be soon,
When one day it may die,
Along with the forest too.

Thy soul of the Willow will live on,
It may also speak to thee,
within spirit...
of song.

A breeze dances,
catching the beast who flies.
A beast who is feared,
by man, elf and animal.

Its wings did darken the skies,
but its roar was furys fire,
and its scales sharpened scythes.

Men ran and they cowered,
and they fought and they died.
They burned and they bled,
as they issued their cries.

The cover of this beast was blown,
Men cowered and hid.
From the black wings.
They did not wish to die,
within the inferno of its jaws.

The black scales shimmered in the rising sun,
as the beast roared.
Fire escaped its jaws,
burning everything in its path.

The legends were true and fatal,
The beasts of this land,
had returned to seek revenge.

They who destroy,
They who burn.
The beasts who **** every living soul sewn.

This beast looked behind thee at its kin,
roaring in triumphant rage.
The war had begun,
everything had engaged.

Now hunting for its prey,
It only spoke now in the disarray.
"The dragons have come mortals,
We have returned."

Fire and Steel will collide,
As the dragon age begins.
Humanity will fade,
Within the Dragon and its Kin.

Looking into the mirror,
I see ashure eyes staring back at me.
They define the soul I do not see.

The world hath no hope for humanity,
It only shoves us aside.
Knowing lies behind closed eyes.

The woman I seek in me,
Is far below the surface.
Within the black crevice.

She is more mature than I,
She knows her path that she seeks,
She waits, observes, and treads lightly.

Today is the day everybody see's.
When their birthday comes,
and no birth of happiness is shown.

Looking into the mirror,
another year has come and gone.
Seventeen years now.

Today is another step closer to the adult,
who hides behind the archaic eyes,
of the wolf.
Behind the blue skies.

The land...
Its quiet and peaceful for now.
In the distance however,
holds a war of all.

A guardian watches alongside her sisters,
They see the world through the eyes of the creator.
As the sun gleam's upon the water,
A massive horde comes closer.

Valkyries are strong,
beautiful but deadly.
We fight together for the Light,
but the darkness can overwhelm thee.

Only one Valkyrie stands out,
above them all.
She is unique, wise, and tall.
Her blue eyes only see thy soul.

As this horde comes to the waves of white.
Valkyries spread their wings to take flight.
Now she knoweth the world and becomes,
The demon they fear, Kekay the Young.

Rising into the sky,
not fearing the dragons who surround.
She looks to her ****,
and stands...her ground.

Her wings turn black and her sovereign soul abides.
As she summons the Catalyst on the heights.
Tempest Suthrane as deadly and black.
The lightning kills off anything death.

The Valkyrie stands before her sisters now,
Who watch in terror of the darkness overwhelmed.
For now she is known as Kekay Suthrane,
The Valkyrie, The young, Dragon Rider today.

Know the war that takes place within her soul,
She knows not the worldly fall.
The end will draw near of the sisterhoods kin,
The blood will show the way,
To her next ****.

The Valkyrie of light and Darkness,
The Archaic one.
Shes the one you should fear,
For Tempest comes to her call.