Paragon of ancient times

                Ballads ROCK! I had this urge to write a ballad, so here it is. If you can't interpret it, you're an idiot. Just kidding! If you can't interpret it, it means you probably have better things to do with your time. But I deeply appreciate you reading it, anyway. For Leah. Oh yeah, and credit given to Escaflowne and Final Fantasy Seven where it is due.

Jecture's Light

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Paragon of ancient times

Jecture's light and glow of mars

When heaven rings with demon's chimes

And fire flows among the stars

With faithless choirs and infidels

With blood flowing like it was wine

With glare from all of Gaea's hells

Madoshi's fires to divine

In Jecture's gardens walked a saint

The saint picked one of Jecture's flowers

The very blossom's soul to taint

With burning heat and lust for powers

The flower pulled from half-sweet home

And thrown into the lot of sand

A noble maiden of old Rome

Thrust under sorcerer's command

And pulled into the very dark

We say that angels fear to tread

 Where spilled the blood of singing lark

Both unrecorded and long dead

With petals scattered to the seas

The fire rose to flower's place

The maiden forced down on both knees

And drowning in her own disgrace

Stripped of even love's bright light

Trapped in a web of her own dreams

A maiden in a cage of night

With no one there to hear her screams

The demon got the angel's life

The dragons vanquished in the dust

The angel reaching out of strife

And finding not a soul to trust

While fires raged and chaos reigned

A demon wondered for his soul

With very life confused and pained

And firmly in the evil's role

When Eden echoed in his ears

White memories of other days

His mind's dark flame echoed her fears

So once again the angel pays

Another virtue in the clouds

Found task to see the demon's heart

His angel sister wrapped in shrouds

Forgotten with a noble art

The virtue and the demon fight

While once again the maid is spurned

Deep darkness, where the only light

Came if the demon's fires burned

A saint mourned his Eponines

And left to seek eternal rest

And so Madoshi struck again

And put their demon to the test

A demon facing angel's fears

Deep in the net of his own fate

With no one there to catch his tears

He thrived upon his mind's own hate

Estuans interius

Ira vehementi

 Estuans interius

Ira vehementi

A brighter flame means sooner death

And angels have unheard commands

A demon would take its last breath

Its ashes left in angel's hands.