Shattered Glass

Moon and Star

Blood that is unknown and fate marked certain,
a life led forward by the night and the day.
A passion just like clay in life shaped anew,
an oath for revenge by this made true.

The heart bleeding strong against steel and stone,
the Three Holy Letters written in blood.
His fate brought from heaven, end the pain of heart,
finish the old age and drink deep of divine.

    By the crescent moon and evening star,
    by the realms of the dusk and the dawn.
    Marked by the dragon on distant lands,
    from beyond the horizon came to the gods.
    Born an outcast to become a saint,
    locked in darkness to bring them light.
    Outlander and stranger came to the hearth,
    journeyed far beneath the moon and the star.

Four trouble corners and three gods among men,
a triangle standing against the full square.
Among them he and he alone strong stands,
storms of ash and dust against his face beat.

Four wise men his name call saint,
three tall halls ring with his bell.
Golden mask shall fall where the stone god stands,
eternity shall end where the dark eye sees.

In his hand a true flame, on his head a crown,
the figure of clay forged a heart of true steel.
The slayer of gods, the champion of men,
the words written down a chapter now close.

    By the crescent moon and evening star,
    by the realms of the dusk and the dawn.
    Marked by the dragon on distant lands,
    from beyond the horizon came to the gods.
    Born an outcast to become a saint,
    locked in darkness to bring them light.
    Outlander and stranger came to the hearth,
    journeyed far beneath the moon and the star.

A dreamer of visions, a prophet’s eye blind,
future and past before him unveil.
By his hand the thread is woven and falls,
in his hand a spark, and that spark a soul.

Heart of true gods still beating with blood,
blood that he spilled in name of divines.
Held by a hand of steel and of stone,
guarded by demon and Satan and dust.

On his hand a star shines, on his path the pale moon,
in his heart the azure flame, and the fire of truth.
What he puts his hand to shall now be done,
what was left undone shall soon complete be.

A full cycle turns, the unending band,
turning faster and faster for the falling divines.
Led by a dragon and marked by a god,
born only of men and a man he shall be.

    By the crescent moon and evening star,
    by the realms of the dusk and the dawn.
    Marked by the dragon on distant lands,
    from beyond the horizon came to the gods.
    Born an outcast to become a saint,
    locked in darkness to bring them light.
    Outlander and stranger came to the hearth,
    journeyed far beneath the moon and the star.

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