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The woods lie in a stagnant quietness

Trembling winds begin to hush in distress

Warmth of the noon slowly evanesced

The world remained in chaotic unrest

A shivering forlorn warrior traveled in silence

Tired hands quivered, the grip on his blade tense

Past pathways lay in immense ruin, yet not blindly he wandered

Remnants of what once was, begin to be squandered

Clairvoyance of the warrior led him towards

a tall peak

There he stood and gazed down at the many kingdoms that fell to ruin

In solitude he fought perpetually, alone he swam through the oceans of battle

Soon enough a dark storm was creeping into his mind and soul

Whispers of exhaustion flowing through his ears

The mind of his, breaking apart, forming an eternal void within

Trembling in utter fear of betraying his inner divine love and light

Yet the descent into madness continues, straying away from the rite...

Divine power remained within him, but the purity of it fading away

His soul departs from sacred divinity, leaving him astray

Hatred channels into the power in possession

Total isolation, the purest loneliness one could face

Through the mind was the key to achieve an enlightenment of selfish desire

Metamorphosing from a mere warrior of the divine to an all powerful deity...

Strucked with the visions of the divine goddess, threatened with punishment

Forcefully stealing his soul from the physical realm

Into the celestial sky his soul projects, traveling and passing the many stars of the universe

His blade had a soul within, with him it grew, with him it birthed its own life

Into her garden he lands, he stands before the goddess

Her eyes of anger shines down at his soul, his blade aiming upon her heart

The power of the blade reigned through his blood, her chest splits from the blade's sharpness, her heart penetrated and broken