Myth of the Three Warriors
The paths of time linger further, Driving three souls onward to their fate, Binding their travels together as one And finding the everlasting gate to lead. Times that passed, Times that will be, The warriors will be summoned back, To guard the assigned keep. Strange are their powers, Mixed with good and evil, Their actions are the key To the salvation or the deep. Green presence lights up the sky, Laying its light to the land. Playing a harp and dancing around, To give the world her seed. Red is the fiery flame that purifies the souls, Flaming, burning it is. It travels across the sky like a meteor shower, And are punished for its reckless deeds. Violet crystal rules the seas, Guiding the water to its sleep, Cold is the breath of the icy one, And warmth of the heart it needs. One is all, And all is one, The deeds undone, Is the rule of the sun
Kirjoittaja:
Lea Vestovuo
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