A soft rain fell
on the town in the peak of the night
as whispers of the wind passed by
the raven sang of the century old legend
they all knew well.

There was word
of an earth shattering power
stored into a single being
weilding a bloodshead sword.

I sing
alone in the night.

The eyes that watched a girl's every move
couldn't tell you better
that she arose from above.

That girl held her tongue
while she could
killing in a silence
and fought until there was no more breath in her longues.

A soft whisper
said that it was sorry.

A wind rustled at the forest
making the field of flowers
burst into flame.
The city in their terror
knew just who was to blame.

The girl was once a lovely shadow
now she is known
as a terrible goddess
reigning in
complete destruction
and chaos.

She was
a single doubted girl
before her a path of pure fire
that would engulf the world.
I was
once a human
before I became this.