A child, too scared to face the world,
Crafted a man brighter than the sun.
The man, with charm, spoke in his stead,
To ease the fears that had begun.

But still, the child felt bitter pain,
So he forged one strong, too firm to yield—
A figure carved in stone's embrace,
To bear the wounds that would not heal.

The child longed for love, yet feared its touch,
So he shaped a heartless, sharpened gaze—
A sentinel to block the flood
Of emotions veiled in shadowed haze.

Still lonely, the child wove a friend,
So warm, the heavens burned with spite.
This friend, with stories soft and sweet,
Held his hand through every night.

But from mortals came a threat too great,
So a guardian, unbeaten, rose—
A force to rival heaven's gates,
To shield the child from worldly foes.

Then fate itself grew envious,
And twisted threads with vicious spite.
Thus, another form took shape—
A being stronger than the light.

The heavens roared in angered storms,
And hell's deep flames began to swell,
Yet the being simply cast a glance,
Then took the throne to silence hell.

With power beyond the gods’ own reign,
It severed fate’s eternal string,
And closed its eyes upon the throne,
To wait in stillness till the right time came.