The Wearied God

[The immortal walks hidden.
Within his veins his lifeblood flows,
The violet strength, brings them all,
To battered buildings that once grew.

Among the plains the little one wakes,
A violent, violet tears.
A storm bought forth from slumber,
Wakes beneath the skin.

Fool gather then, their wretched strength,
Which they ordain to call righteous wrath;
But their blinded eyes can not see,
The violet-hued shadows of the night.

The wild and ordered - outlaws aplenty,
Rouse their might; look upon an old found plan,
And bring forth the glory of the guilty]

-Anashie Vasalah, 3rd of the Oracles of Van; 0 of the 3rd Era