Haunting fog engulfs the Shadow Isles;
a chorus of doom spreading through miles,
never wondering for whom the bell tolls,
once again, the Black Mist howls.
When worlds were in state of merging
and black holes stood behind to feed,
in long forgotten age of purging
a hero rose in times of need.
Of times ethereal,
when space was filled with gassy droughts
and planes material
were only fetus within clouds
Bells of consciousness in motion
stir unwavering emotion,
descending figure, purple haze
justice wrapped in pale face.
Roaring symphonies of blazing wave
reached the realms of man and ghost
through every tree, house and cave,
burning with injustice most.
In world with creatures labeled demonic,
where air was no other than pure smoke and ash,
rivers were flowing of magma tectonic,
and comets did constantly pass by or crash,
with powerless and helpless squeak,
a higher creature heard their call
and down descended in a fall.
when String Alliance was newly formed,
a spirit broke the limitations;
orders and their laws he scorned.
a sacred spirit order formed
of creatures godly, brave and wise –
ascendants furry, feathered, horned.
Born in realm of high vibrations
where no human flesh resides,
rose a keeper of dimensions;
the spinning galaxies he rides.
among the shores of ancient seas
rose a legendary queen,
born of light, raised in peace.
Ancient sulfur, ash and coal,
burrowed deeply in the earth
tells a tale of one whose goal
was reached beneath the mountain skirt.
a hero rose in elven myths
with heart of gold and skin of stone,
bending earth with his own fists.
clouded in the distant past,
from race unknown in world vast,
a loner now, but prince before
the ancient will of nature wore.
My whereabouts is a prison island
build to hold a single assailant.
Decade has passed since his arrival
but I still remember his carriage vile.