Incorrect,
In the eyes of those who didn't
Understand, they feared
The ones they hated
And in the scrolls of history this story
Was etched in blood

With tension was this line drawn
Loyalties, uncompromised
Though some were weak and forsook
Their ties in hopes of receiving
Good favor, but their names have been
Forgotten.

Unrelenting
Even as they were outnumbered,
And were facing powers they could not
Handle, they rushed to battle
Through these trials they were stronger
Even as crimson fled their bodies
They were not shaken.

Awakened
His servents clearly wronged
The city He'd patroned, now turned their back
On Him, they withstood His machinations
But they didn't realize it was
To distract them from
His Evil goals

Shrouded
With the illusion of peace
Blinded by naivit�,
Fallen into deepest sleep
And darkness crept into the dreams
Almost solidified, but failure turned
Acts towards defilement

Rage,
The Others awaken to
Avenge the One who fell
In sapphire depths, beneath the waves
Beneath a mountain was He chained
Though not even this could
Control His essence

Distortion
Of the surroundings
Bringing death to plantlife
A ray of hope, and crimson spills
Into the air, and others try
To prevent the inevitable, their
Efforts completely fruitless.

Freedom
The last drop of blood
Falling to the ground, last
Sacrifice, and the chains are
Shattered, with a cry of triumph
He is released from His prison
Now our home

Fortune
Shined upon the loyal,
Crimson mists forming a new
Body, renewed strength bringing
A new name, His prison now
His domain, bearing His mark,
And through His power
A city was born.
His city.
Our city.
My city.
Amen.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Mayan, in the year 384 AF.