The Order is ruined, their ranks ripped to rags,
Broken and beaten by one lonely hag;
Countless corpses lie bleeding, their spirits retreating –
Hope hunts down them all; a soul-frenzied feeding.
‘You dare steal from me!?
To think yourself free?
Those souls I have claimed,
For each one I have pained.
I have starved all this time
Just to claim what is mine;
You will give them back now,
Then you’ll kneel down and bow.’
I will not falter,
Nor fall at your altar;
This power inflamed
All my will that was drained.
You presume that you own
My body, my bones,
This magic I’ve honed;
I will tear down your throne.
Seething, scorned Aubryn explodes with pure rage;
She’d murdered her threat, she’d set up her stage,
The stars had aligned, her grand plan designed;
Would this be her downfall, the wrath of mankind?
‘I will destroy this worm!
I’ve waited my turn
To arise and ascend,
Bring all men to their end.’
‘Your soul I will swallow,
While you tantrum and wallow;
Face me and fight –
I will burn through your blight.’
‘You challenge my reign!?
I will leave you a stain,
I will carve out your brain,
Leave you hollow, insane.’
‘I fear you not!
You are weak and distraught;
The strength you wield pales,
I have tipped the dark scales.’
A great battle looms, echoed death booms;
A swirling tsunami of souls burns in plumes.
Hope gathers resolve, to swallow this gift –
A tornado of terror granting all that she wished.