Memory Fragments: Probity

Moon-veiled Mornings

On what morning shall you sleep? Do you not feel the sunshine coming through?
It is time to wake up, oh paragon of dawn. Time to rip asunder those moon-veiled mornings
Train hard and long, for the fight against the cantor of dusk shall be an eternal strew
What game do you still play? Asleep as you are, do you even heed the sun's warnings?

Rise up, fight till death wakes up again. Not a single drop of moonlight magic shall remain
Evil, unknown and arcane by nature. Magic so foul not even demons dare practice it
But you? You will be the first to wield both magic and sword. End the pain of that cantor's bane
Shine the true light that dispels lies. Cut the veils and eradicate a morning's counterfeit

Praised be the godlike sun. Unfathomed wisdom to its peers most distinguished
No secrets beholden, and no arts of the forbidden acts. All tried-and-true knowledge
A calm river perturbed. On the river of starts, an eclipsed fire shall be extinguished
Reign supreme, paragon of dawn. Commence the rule of eldritch hypallage

Two sides of the same coin never seemed so different to one another
An albine moon reflects the burnt scars of magnificence's body
What eclipse awaits us, I fear, shall be the demise of many a brother
The inferior kin. The sub-par wannabe's curse of a twisted nobody

We gave them light. We made them visible through our light
What rays they proclaim as their own, nothing more than our past glory
Take the sword of night's nightmare. Cleave the skies to let Ragnarök's rite
End these moon-veiled mornings and give chase to your own story

Hati. Chase away, kill the night. Sköll's fate is in your hands
Be the paragon, and not the knight. Be not subservient to the skies' demands
Place yourself atop of them. Let your promise and might shine on in these lands
Fenrir is between you both; like a father would. Between my sons, my eclipsed heart stands