Supreme Saint Sovereign of Light
In a realm where darkness held its sway,
A Saint of Light was born to fray.
Death took him once, but not to stay,
For rebirth's call beckoned the way.
With melodies that soothe, and rhythms that enchant,
He mastered every dance, every lilting chant.
Strings of his lute did stories weave,
In tunes of magic, none could believe.
But not just in song was his prowess found,
With a bow in hand, he was unbound.
Arrows flew straight, true, and bright,
Piercing the veil, bringing forth the light.
In hands that healed, and songs that summoned,
Creatures of lore, and myths unreckoned.
His power grew, as tales unfurled,
Of the Supreme Saint, who'd change the world.
With wrathful incantations, and spiteful core,
He'd right every wrong, settle every score.
From shadows cast, to the luminous peak,
The journey's vast, for the Sovereign unique.
Dive into the saga, where mysteries unwind,
For in this tale, betrayal's repaid in kind.
Raising_Moon · Fantasie
