Once you had the flower crown,
For us it was enough.
We need so very little then,
Before that 'watchers' stuff.
When the watchers came,
Hungering for power.
Their metal boxes clicked away,
For every single hour.
They found us moving things,
With but our wills alone.
They made us search for stars in cards,
And find the hidden stone.
Your will was harnessed night and day,
And I was but the prize.
Then the sky just opened up,
And showered you with lies.
You ripped apart Grigori,
You killed 'most everyone.
The others fell upon the guards,
Now shadows in the sun.
Naught left behind but me,
As was my single wish.
I was not like you anymore,
Their lives not worth a fish.
I slept within my cell a time,
Dreaming silent dreams.
You crushed the world beneath you,
The skies fell down it seems.
With your promised tears in hand,
You called upon the fell.
A slight amongst the endless night,
The Ourabouros cell.
Cities fell and mountains crushed,
As lightning rent the land.
Sea and sky and land inverted,
Pockets saved by my hand.
I heard so very little then,
And dwelled upon the crime
Of leaving all to fend alone,
and wait out all this time.
I needed to know more, you see,
That everpresent thirst.
To see what really happened,
And who came out the worst.
To do this I made carriers,
Preserved will and starlight.
To see what really happened here,
Before the coming night.
Through my will through time and space,
I made a crimson core,
Who fell into my psyren's trap,
Battling evermore.
I discovered hidden roots,
Of times far and gone.
Survivors of the genocide,
Who kept on marching on.
They brought me to the chosen few,
Holding Amber spheres.
My drifters fighting tooth and nail,
Switching past the years,
Time could always bend and twist,
This I had foreseen.
But through every ebb and flow,
I watched through every scene.
Some pleaded with my avatar,
To show a little trust.
"We needed but to change some things,
Or else this point is bust."
Some wished to change the future,
To live all hand-in-hand.
While others wanted to have slaves,
In their own promised land.
All I wanted was to know,
What happened all this time.
But when the truth was finally found,
T'was sour as a lime.
Gathering all your friends,
With power plain to see.
You struck out at the world,
'All but those like thee.
My drifters fought against you,
Time and time again.
They fell upon your tree of light,
Now and even then.
Your heavenly destroyer,
Smote upon the ground.
The blade of every single God,
Crushed by quiet sound.
Explosions all contained,
Creator all but tamed.
Teleported sliced apart,
The tear-bearer maimed.
With victory in hand,
Tears crushed upon the land.
Dragging power from the air,
Life turning to sand.
My drifters were sent back,
To that single point,
Where change could happen only once,
And stop your 'promised land'.
They told you of your future,
Of all the known end-times.
They showed you how your 'promised tears',
Started all those lies.
Through a fragment of my power,
The lies were cast aside.
The truth of cutting houses,
Her powers did divide.
For once you had a flower crown,
For us it was enough.
Your crown of death adorns you,
While I but watch this stuff.