The 13th Chime

Prologue

In twilight's hush, the 13th chime tolls,
 A bell of gold, its resonance unfolds.

 Trumpets sound, a symphony untold,
As aging eyes witness tales of old.

Descending rays paint skies in hues untamed,
Night's bold embrace, by darkness reclaimed.

Oaths once sworn now fracture in the cold,
And shadows dance where secrets are told.

In this mystic hour, where time slows,
The 13th chime, a tale foretold,

Of fading light and whispers low,
In shadows deep, truths unfold.

In hallowed halls, the saint does wait,
As walls around him slowly turn to slate.

Songs weave through air in tender array,
Murmurs softly sway, in twilight's sway.

A requiem commences as 12 chimes toll,
Each bell's resonance, a sacred scroll.

Through shadows cast, they pave the path,
Yet truths concealed face the world's wrath.

For hidden lies in veils of night,
Forge false realities, shroud the light.

But still, the saint holds steadfast in grace,
Seeking truth within this darkened space.

For the legion waits in silent stride,
As oaths break, their unity untied.

 A visionary dreams, the fates abide,
In threads of destiny, they safely hide.

With solemn oaths,
their destinies entwine,

In battles waged,
they fiercely align

Yet amidst the chaos, a curious state,
The knives of Elysiak, veiled in hay, they wait.

Through fields of conflict, they tread with care,
Their tempered blades untouched by air.

For in the heart of battle's fray,
Restraint holds sway 'til a brighter day.

For the bell shall wait for an owner foretold, the blind saint clasps hands, scared by war. the truth weaved into a tale so fake that even the gods watched in terrified wait. for when the bell chimes its 13th time, the origin shall wake and the oath shall die. shackled and held between these folds, lays a boy so young with memories untold and a story lost long ago.