Epitaph Of Twilight

In the midst Of everything

I the Chosen One

Precious the heritage of The World's Oldest Artifact

Another Legendary poem

that's almost shrouded in eternal darkness

Yet I the savior

Unleash this blinding work of Art

Of Magic

Of complex perspective

Marvelling along the search

for the Twilight Beast

That's said to roam the very end of The World

Let there be light upon the Chosen One

To succeed In the quest of Impossibility..........

Yet to return, the shadowed one.

Who quests for the Twilight Dragon

Rumbles the Dark Hearth,

And Helba, Queen of the Dark^[2],

has raised finally her army.

Apeiron, King of Light^[2] beckons.

At the base of the rainbow do they meet

Against the abominable Wave,

together they fight.

Alba's lake boils.

Light's great tree doth fall.

Power- now all to droplets turned

in the temple of Arche Koeln.

Returns to nothing,

this world of shadowless ones.

Never to return, the shadowed one,

Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.