The End of Imagination
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL series.
Summary:
A poem based on CiNo. 1000.
A deity's curse is not a thing the hopes of a few can dispel.
It cannot be thrown out. It endures. Its location is not a place, but a dark treasure in a tormented soul.
An emperor whose comrades and enemies met the grim eye's ritual execution and sacrifice.
Infinite Chaos, where life bloomed forth.
Crumbles to pieces of memory.
Nothing descends into further nothing.
The Overlay clanging your next and final revival.
Death is a form of evolution. Death Xyz Evolution. Chaos Xyz Change.
Your destiny belongs to Don Thousand.
These chimeric stats once thought impossible.
Unimaginable fantasy.
Ten times the phantasmal power of the strongest angel or demon below the monotheists' weak God.
Fives times the cumulative power of the Father.
Twice the loss the door of despair could have dealt when Astral made his suicide play.
The great winged spider which fills the gaps in your dreams.
God of the void.
God of the gaps.
The defeat you guarantee yourself.
Take it and receive the gavel of the monster towering over light!