Author's Note

Light shall pass through bent dreams.
You shall breath in poisoned air,
Everything will be fair,
As long as there is an heir
To the rightful side.

Command the malice,
With your planted fate.
Define the change of your slate,
Hurry before it's too late.

Flatten those spheres,
And shape them as spears.
Here we will fight,
And carry on to our
Sacred flights.