Brink of night and day, welcomes the child anew,
Eyes of brilliant violet, an ethereal hue.
Daughter of Dawn and Dusk, shall end the war,
Kingdoms crave demise, bloodlust for gore.
Girl of the Solar Eclipse shall make the call,
Bound to the virtue or sin, one king must fall.
Tread carefully, beware,
Voices rage, both hellbent on warfare.
Supporter of Dusk, or allegiance to Dawn,
A voice will conquer, shall the lines be drawn.
Wielder of fire, flames sputter at her will,
Army of the dead, skeletons kill.
The Crown of Dawn, shall shed light those who sin,
The Crown of Dusk, dark essence shall consume the bearer's skin.
Child of Light and Dark, choose your pick,
Heed with caution, one crown is of deceitful tricks.
A crown rests on her head,
Her followers will rage, and a side shall be confirmed dead.
An extravagant finale, to a story untold,
Tragedy and loss, as bold as it is gold.
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Mercy
FantasyEvil courses through her veins, yet as the sinister voices whisper nefarious claims into her ears, the gold of her heart does not rust.
