Love will ignite the masterpiece of war
Only, to be painted in the corpses of victory
The crimson canvas of four
Melancholy blues dressed in veils of life
A martyr, imagined from the ruins of fear
Brushed with the wicked oils of strife
Joyous yellows smothered in cinders
A villain, born from a sanctuary of ash
Colored within, a caged hero hinders
Vivacious reds sketched in a heavy crown
A child, suffocated in an armor of glass and iron
And in the flames of his creation, he shall drown
Wicked greens scattered in a poisonous hold
A king captured on an empty throne
A price for the peace once sold
All, to be illustrated in a priceless sacrifice
Golden rains will engulf the world in riches
And imprison the victor in a castle of vices
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Swords of Cinder
FantasyWith the fall of Zja, the lone victor, the kingdom of Levenia, seems to finally be at peace, but the cost of war is more than just lives. Famine, rebellion, and a vengeful prince all spell trouble. A new war is brewing from the ashes of the last one...
