The air is still with nothingness,
Or so it seems.
In reality anger fills the walls
And rage builds inside of nemeses long made through years.
The battle to decide whose fate will entwine within the earth.
A man whose heart as black as dark and wing that say he god.
A man whose mind is fragmented with uncertainty of reality.
They hold their swords with biting grip,
With power of the stars and beasts.
One with sword of striking death called Masamune; death's envy.
One with sword of blinding courage called Buster Sword; death's worry.
The fate of all must hold their souls upon these two unknown,
Whether it be a fateful day,
Or will there be no fate at all?
The two swords foretold to strike connect with vengeful fury.
But as the winged god strikes ready,
The mortal man strikes true with blade before.
Defeat of god thus ends the struggle to save the earth in whole,
But is the danger really over,
Or is there something bigger?
