The King of the hero's has no face!
Sewing in the darkness,
This mystical King is working Relentlessly hours upon end until;
The night of a thousand Sadistic super pods are formed.
Twisting and contorting, Evolving,
They slowly dive into the written word of the world for all to see.
Breathing in new life turning Into darken spawned soldier's as their war cry's roar through woodlands.
The King has made the most incredible of all masks, the highest impenetrable force feilds of all that no one dare to question or ask.
The King walking on his hand's
Stumbles into his beastly mask of adoring strength.
Positions himself into the shell of a mystical darken soldier, until he is positioned properly and locked in.
The King begins to move, now with a face.
Storm's crashing and chaotic change occuring,
The king eventually lands on the page,
Set's full sight on finding his target.
The girl with no name, known as "no one"
A forgotten fragile relic in history.
But most desirable of all riches to the king.
The girl has no name!
Once the golden girl,
The Queen of time turned into pain and torture.
Being held down by obsession and oppression.
A dying flame of misery.
The King breaks into the light with frightening speed with the greatest of all tricks.
Then opens his fangs poisoning living thing's with treachery until the world is forced to sink the Queen's ship.
Killing what was once golden.
The Queen of time was fallen frozen.
Killed in space and time at that very moment.
The King with no face flicks around the edges of his mask with a knife,
Undoing the rotted stitches of yet another darken soldier face.
Then he lays his nameless Queen down under the moonlight.
In total darkness and a quiet breeze running through her hair.
Golden stars shinging in between the woodlands.
The King with no name flicks out his knife and snaps away the rotten edges of another darken soldier's mask unveiling himself slowly looking down at his Queens dead eye's.
Smiling.
The End.
