Waters of wisdom shall decide fate,
Can the broken open the gate?
To hope, to surcease,
Can a maimed heart find peace?
Ancient Earth, cracked yet strong,
Help the one that doesn't belong.
The shadowed one, the defiant rival,
Who had to fight for his survival.
Flames of Ire that simmer with rage,
Can he keep his vengeance caged?
Will the draconian anger find an end?
Or will blood spill and reality rend?
Ferocious winds, that parts bones and flesh,
Can you see past the torrential mesh?
The power that is hard to channel,
But is more than what mortals can handle.
Void that circles, it can make or unmake,
The source of all things; all is born in its wake.
It cannot be matched, save by its own,
In it lies the end of all that's known.
It can only be fought by its own,
Or a power greater than what is shown.
A power that saves or destroys all it can survey,
A power that the strong may not have, and the weak may.