Forged without fire
Sculpted without ice
Coated with a regal flair
And twisted as nice.
This is the essence that can't be unseen.
This is the being from a dream.
A dream, you say? More like a wish
A wish to be known as one's true self
A wish to have something to call my own
The day I felt that scarlet gloam
That warm embrace that felt so right
What carried me through those dreadful nights
Wandering through the Noire of confusion and blight and acted as my beacon of light.
It took many years and a few shed tears,
But at last I can say that I know your name
The Elusive "Red" that always enchanted me.
Let It be written....
Your name is.....
Ardent.
YOU ARE READING
Last Grimoire: Ardent'Novas - The Unyielded Crest Of Noire
FantasyThis is a poem complete with an original soundtrack composed by myself: Zeko'Vutum Featuring events that occur within the Last Grimoire tale.
