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Nexus of the galaxy.
Harbinger of Hellfire.
Seed of triumph and tragedy.
That which is feared and desired.
Higher than perception.
At home with misconception
Void of all discretion,
Yet revered in recollection.
She has many names
And has taken countless forms.
She will not be tamed
By mere gusts and thunderstorms.
She does not thirst for fame.
She only seeks to feed the flames;
Leaving dust among all plains.
Consumed whole. Little remains.
Wicked Wyvern of wrath
Wreaking havoc in her path.
Waging war against no faction.
All who dare oppose are snatched;
Enveloped and engulfed
By a wall of searing heat.
Her presence is not discreet;
But few live to recall defeat.
She has been dispersed
To the corners of the universe.
She's been torn into gashes
And left among the ashes;
But nothing can contain
That which anchors in existence.
Those who will not refrain
Will soon regret their persistence.
Dust begins to slowly to steam
The sand starts to cream.
The heavens rip at their seams
From one sky splitting scream.
How dare you face your nightmare
And wish that it was a dream?!?!
That grimace between blank stares
Pushes your fear to new extremes.
We treat destruction like seduction:
I acknowledge her desire
To invoke violent eruptions
In a lust to feed our fire.
None are exempt from judgement:
Be it those who plant the seeds
To fulfill their own needs
Or righteous souls void of greed.
Your eyes begin to widen.
You find a place to hide in.
Her blue surface burns white.
She devours remnants of light.
The stars are chased away.
Her wings eclipse the sun.
This will be your last day.
She and I are now one.
Black Angel.
Chaos Bringer.
Child born of the void
Between what dissipates and lingers.
Engine of extinction
That transcends royal distinction.
Conduit of conviction
Claiming universal affliction.
You may attempt to resist;
But your time is overdue.
We will erase all that exists.
It will start or end with you. P†F
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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