Two ruled the skies,
The other the sea,
Then was the time of harmony.
Rites of blood never be drawn,
Dark thoughts themselves silent,
Until blood spilled from the heavens,
The heavens sundered.
The heavens never again whole,
Torn between believe and deceit,
Trust withers like autumn leaves,
The sea churns like a whirlpool.
Of the skies one large of an oak,
The other slender of a sakura,
Both above the world,
Never have they seen the fires beneath.
The Lord of The Sea towers many beings,
Horrors of the depths he had seen,
Belittled by the skies,
For this desire of their blood is his thirst.
Blessing given none return,
Illuminate brightness in darkness,
Still it is cloudy above the sea,
Storms of often in the west.
The blood of the west will fulfill the desire,
Yet pity he is to the east,
Chasing the ghosts of an unforgiving dream,
Solitude he will never find.
Prophecy of the gods be challenge,
Olympus be consumed by arrogance,
Dethroned and humbled will Olympus be,
Will the elements be masters of their
faith forever.
Three lords of their world,
Wise of old,
Talented in young,
One of sea and two of skies.
