Mother of Chaos
By: Green_Beauty
I may be the Goddess
Of both Power and Spirit,
But I am also the Mother of Chaos.
I have always been the strongest of the three,
Always been the wildest of my sisters,
But that has left me merciless.
I could care less about your mortal pleas,
For if I can't have fun,
It's not worth doing or even listening about.
I have always been this way,
Even when I cultivated your mortal world,
For I only wanted the chaos of life to begin.
Therefore, I even birthed a son,
Who would have hundreds of daughters,
Who would then also have hundreds of daughters in turn.
Until a hundred years have passed,
And I take the embodiment of one of my daughters
And birth my son once again.
Every life my son has lived
He has spread destruction
And chaos in his wake.
My sisters are far weaker than I,
So they have birthed children of their own in fear,
Who try to smite my son every life,
And the two weaklings always seem to win.
But I do not believe in pity
And I never help my son,
But I know he will one day succeed
In destroying all life upon the world we created.
Until then, I watch
With both glee and anger,
Knowing that my son, Chaos,
Will strike fear in the hearts of mortals
With his mortal name, Gannondorf...
By: Green_Beauty
I may be the Goddess
Of both Power and Spirit,
But I am also the Mother of Chaos.
I have always been the strongest of the three,
Always been the wildest of my sisters,
But that has left me merciless.
I could care less about your mortal pleas,
For if I can't have fun,
It's not worth doing or even listening about.
I have always been this way,
Even when I cultivated your mortal world,
For I only wanted the chaos of life to begin.
Therefore, I even birthed a son,
Who would have hundreds of daughters,
Who would then also have hundreds of daughters in turn.
Until a hundred years have passed,
And I take the embodiment of one of my daughters
And birth my son once again.
Every life my son has lived
He has spread destruction
And chaos in his wake.
My sisters are far weaker than I,
So they have birthed children of their own in fear,
Who try to smite my son every life,
And the two weaklings always seem to win.
But I do not believe in pity
And I never help my son,
But I know he will one day succeed
In destroying all life upon the world we created.
Until then, I watch
With both glee and anger,
Knowing that my son, Chaos,
Will strike fear in the hearts of mortals
With his mortal name, Gannondorf...
