by Twisted Eternal Wolvetta
Shattered Sunrise
Within this aphotic sea, which way were they going? Was this geographical enigma the daybreak of an empyrean ocean?
A lonely star of crimson was by a celestial moon; what was this invisible mystery?
Of shattered ships, metal was torn apart. With iron churning, and elemental steel slicing, they were sent faltering. Alike to the lonely star, was this the dawning of the pandemonium?
Thirteen pillars apiece, they were called forward. Like clockwork, the festival was set into motion.
Battered, slaughtered, and pierced; they dissolved into emerald. Yet akin to water, they never surrendered.
Of flames, and mechanic feathers, they rose. Ever towards the sunrise they flew. Never staggering within the hellish rays, they were spurred on.
Closer to the end. Nearer to the start.
Wondrous jets of fire; fragmented debris was volleyed to and fro.
Which way were they going, they wondered? Was this the beginning or the conclusion?
Neither.
Of fate, and time; they were reversed. Shimmering emerald was no longer. Akin to clockwork, their doom was rewinded.
For thirteen pillars apiece, neither were risen.
Shattered Sunrise: Tokiha Mai.