IMPORTANT NOTE: This bonus chapter will go into three different poems, which contains stories that will be important later on into the lore where we explore three different characters most crucial moments in their lives.
First Poem: When Creation Met the End
In the quiet twilight where realms collide,
At the peaks where creation and end abide.
A man marked by shadows, torn deep inside,
Stood in Te Rangi Tōnui, where stars reside.
His eyes, etched with ages of countless strife,
Held echoes of creation, and echoes of life.
Across the void, a presence so still,
A woman who never was, yet always will.
A figure of whispers, woven from none,
The final breath when all is undone.
He, bound by power, by fate’s cruel decree,
Wore chains unseen, yearning to be free.
And she, the silent, the soft-spoken grace,
Sought to lift sorrow from his weary face.
Their first touch, a clash, neither dared yield,
Lightning and silence on the ethereal field.
In Te Rangi Tōnui, skies endless and vast,
Tattooed fists met the void's soft cast.
A battle of wills in that boundless place,
Hours unfurled in a dance, fierce and chaste.
But as the storm waned, the darkness broke,
He faltered, his anguish spoke.
Tears that creation had never seen,
Fell from eyes once sharp and keen.
She reached for him, in quiet reprise,
To cradle the god, beneath cosmic skies.
And there, in that space where existence bends,
The broken creator found solace, and friends.
A promise formed, in the wordless peace,
A bond between nothing, and all that’s released.
Second Poem: The Fall of the Prophesized Son
In shadows deep, where hatred thrived,
The Prophesized Son’s heart, once fierce, had died.
Rage and grief, a storm untamed,
For the love he lost, for the blood that stained.
His wife, his soul, now cold in death,
By the hand of the son he once had blessed.
An Son of a friend betrayed, a mentor lost,
The king who ruled at such a cost.
His fists clenched tight in searing pain,
The tears he'd shed, now drowned in rain.
He'd lost too much, the weight too great,
A soul that faltered, sealed by fate.
He raised his blade, a beast unleashed,
For in his heart, revenge had feast.
The skies would burn, the lands would quake,
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No mercy shown, no life to take.
A king’s son, a family bound,
All would fall beneath his sound.
For in his rage, he'd found his call,
To slay them all, and watch them fall.
The world would know the wrath of fire,
A heart consumed by dark desire.
He'd let go of himself, his soul for power,
To strike them down, hour by hour.
No more the man he used to be,
Just shadows, flames, a destiny.
His love, his loss, all cast aside,
As vengeance burned, and hope had died.
His wrath would sweep the realm in blood,
His mind a haze, a raging flood.
And in his wake, the world would see,
The price of love, the cost of grief.
For the Prophesized Son, the flame was bright,
A massacre, a stolen night.
And though his soul had long been sold,
His pain, his sorrow, fierce and bold.
He became the new end of all things,
The destroyer of realms, the bringer of wings.
No legacy left, no life to save,
The world would now fall beneath his grave.
Third Poem: The Rise of The Forsaken
In darkness forged, a demon's soul,
The Forsaken, once mighty, lost control.
His hands, once stained with blood and fire,
Unleashed the hell that fueled his desire.
It wasn’t fate, nor twisted fate’s hand,
But his love of battle, a thirst so grand.
For power and blood, for a world to burn,
He freed Lordanis, and the tides did turn.
The seal was broken, the chains were torn,
Lordanis freed, the world was born
Into a war that never ceased,
A battle waged by a cruel beast.
Billions fell, the world did burn,
A tragedy from which none would return.
The final war, the end of days,
A fate sealed by The Forsaken’s blaze.
Once proud and cold, a lord of might,
He stood above the mortal fight.
But in the wake of endless grief,
Regret sank deep, beyond belief.
He watched as kingdoms crumbled down,
And mourned the loss of every crown.
The cries of those he could not save,
Echoed in his heart, a hollow grave.
He knew the price for what he'd done,
The havoc wrought by the broken one.
But it was too late to turn the tide,
For now, the tears he shed, he could not hide.
He fought beside the righteous, true,
To put an end to what he knew
Was born of his own reckless hand,
A world destroyed by his demand.
For all the lives, for all the pain,
The Forsaken stood, his guilt to claim.
The judgment came, the sentence laid,
For all the lives that death had swayed.
Stripped of his title, cast away,
Banished from the realms to never stay.
Once a king, now just a ghost,
A fallen hero, a repentant host.
At first, he did not feel the sting,
Of loss, of sorrow, of the king.
He thought himself beyond regret,
His past is a shadow, dark and set.
But years alone, in silence deep,
Made him reflect, made him weep.
For what he'd lost, for what he'd cost,
The price of war, the life he'd lost.
He saw the faces of those who cared,
The ones who helped, the ones who shared.
And as he saw Dark Yourupt's rage,
He understood his own dark stage.
He abandoned the powers of his kin,
Locked away the demon within.
For mana now was all he knew,
A power pure, a path renewed.
No longer chained by past mistakes,
No longer driven by what it takes.
He trained his body, mind, and soul,
To fight for those who made him whole.
He saw the unknown, a path untold,
And in that moment, he grew bold.
For though the past could not be undone,
The Forsaken knew he'd never run.
From demons' wrath and fates entwined,
He’d seek redemption, peace of mind.
The Forsaken One, no longer cursed,
A soul reborn, a fate reversed.
These short little poems will hit harder when we meet these characters in lore (Sided from the second one as you can guess who that one is). Hopefully you enjoyed these poems which touch on the thoughts and feelings of these characters a little more.