by Heir of Darkness
An ancient Order of special knights,
Was created, over a thousand years ago,
Those were dark times, times of pain and frights,
Times in which reigned, Evil, and Chaos.
The Light from the Darkness, the Darkness from the Light,
For only in the void, of a soul, in the night
Can the flame of a candle shine with all its might,
Along with the wish, of a new hope bright.
Over the high mountains of Life,
The fire-bird mourns his soldiers,
Defying logic and time,
The tear of a Phoenix.
His feathers, each sparkling flame,
Burning the power of a will,
The strength of the one and lone belief,
All left in Fate's blinded hands.
A dozen of wizards, but not any of them,
Guarding the illusion of a perfect haven,
Keeping the secrets, of the Death and the Loss,
And the flame-bird of joy, cries alone and tearless.
A thousand years, of fighting the Darkness,
Fighting the cruel struggle for survival,
Survival of a world, survival of the Truth,
Survival of a Faith and keep dreaming.
A thousand years, of keeping the world straight,
Of protecting the magic, anger and fury
Of daring the Earth, Destiny and Fate,
Of victories, expectations, and strewn by glory.
All wins, no defeats known, a route of fame traced,
Who would have known, one single spell,
And the wreck of so many lives, awaiting,
In the shadows, and the Circle broken.
Great names forgotten in the dust of two words,
Great souls left to wander, the laughs of survivors,
The ones that once belonged, but do not anymore,
Sometimes still roam this place, searching what they long for.
Long ago, a hollow laugh, echoed somewhere in Hell,
A house in which, seconds ago, angels' song resounded,
A fear, a scream, a plea unheard, minutes later, an empty shell,
The killing Curse turned wrong, and a baby survived.
The greatest of wizards, a cry of rage and shame,
As his soul, if he had one, left his bodily frame,
Defeated, the most feared of all Dark Magic,
By a simple infant, born of a line of pride.
A boy born of a legend, lived as a legend,
The immortal story, of the Boy who Lived,
Powers beyond imagination, a destiny foretold,
His birth predicted, from the night of the times.
The Ring reformed, a new successor to the lead,
The long line of the Lions, a new Heir given,
And as a new generation of steady rocks of will,
A new Phoenix had risen.
The Phoenix in all his might, soars up to the stars,
After a long decade of absence, awake from its long sleep,
The young hope, the old dream, and the shattered ideal,
The Order of the Phoenix.
Author's note : La ! It took me a long time to write that. One entire hour ! Please review if you liked it, or if you didn't.
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