Soul of Rebellion
Written by Mugen7
Alone he treks on the path of vengeance,
Bloodstained insurgence,
Bittersweet slaughter.
Ruined in fire and renewed by dark,
He embarks the plains,
An avatar of Black.
Gone is the child given love and care,
Replaced by a man of hate and despair.
This life of his is portrayed without value,
Worthless he is in the eyes of the World.
A blight of Man bred from Fifth;
Spawn of Calamity,
Stigma of Humanity.
Struggle he does with the weight of misfortune,
Cursed to bear the most arduous exhaustion.
Bold and brave he rebels against Fate,
In search of salvation he cannot locate.
This one man's tale – even more a pathos,
For his counterfeit coil – a made tomb for chaos.
Avatar of Destruction,
Harbinger of Death;
Beside him is the remnant – Calamitous Darkness,
Mind and soul enduring its harshness,
His mortal flesh shall soon turn sunless,
Yet till the very end he'll fight regardless.
By hand and edge countless perish,
So many lives offered for relish;
Imprisoned souls toss and tumble,
Thus he hears each wayward mumble.
Dark One,
Evil One,
He is an enemy to all;
Unaware of rise,
Unaware of gain,
He is doomed to fall.
By his name – an end to a beginning,
By his name – a beginning to an end.
He is responsible,
And he is too – responsible.
Unknown to man he is the Unsung Hero,
Displaced through time he was brought back to Zero,
Unseen actions established repose,
With hope and respite did mankind compose.
His self-sacrifice is a truth unspoken,
By-the-by there is little token;
Cyclical torment is his damned reward,
Ending the same saga – he'll suffer the sword.
Alone he treks on the path of vengeance,
Aggression aligned with sheer perseverance,
Forever endeavouring on what he believes to be true,
Leaving behind regrets – he'll see his ambitions through.
Good?
Evil?
He abides none,
With steadfast neutrality he does what must be done.
His radiant past is his heart's deepest desire,
So too does he long for this grim nightmare to expire.
False and wretched – the World persists to take,
From an abused maverick with little chance of escape;
Distortion and reality – he battles their oppression,
And despite the pain he'll savour whatever succession.
A Soul of Rebellion forged in hellish flames,
Exerting the umbra he liberates and abstains;
An imminent foretelling unbeknownst to some,
Of the inevitable time that is soon to come.
Indomitable they'll grow,
Red nerves of steel,
In turn born anew with strong blue appeal.
The stage will be set – he'll stand alone,
In a vastness of space – an unknown zone.
His passions will rise in a blaze of zeal,
And at last he'll come to break,
This godforsaken Wheel.
Fin.