His Opposite.

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When we give up all morals,

He comes flying.

Soaring among the vast black nothingness,

Speckled with grains of luminous sand.

Wings defined a shocking white against the dark sky.

Hair so black it soaks up the light of the half-moon.

Though invisible from the ground, eyes a deep crimson.

The symbol he is represents all hope, all dreams we cherish.

A dark young king on the outside,

An angel within.

He is the final element:

Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Spirit.

He creates a bond that could join nations, worlds.

He is the dragon.

But I, I must kill him.

For I am his enemy,

I am his opposite.