Elysium's heart cracked, darkness crept,
A storm within, her soul it kept.
Shadows dance—
Songs sing a cruel ballet,
Fate's cruel jest, her future fogged.
Love's flame extinguished, leaving regret.
Once a knight of August, in rains he swept.
Bright and bold his armor FALLS.
Knight of 12; now skull and bones.
Once treasured turned to stone.
Elysium falls, consumed by grief and fear.
Lightning strikes, her spirit torn.
Sadness whispers while her spirit cries.
Heart shattered.
Crumbling lies
Swallowed shadows, stories unheard.
Her fever raging a wildfire she must fight
Unable to sleep, August protecting her though the night
heart beat nonexistent—
On the verge of death,
Not today she fights.
Amidist the twilight her spirit strikes, never to hide.
In the depths of night, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope, amidst the blight.
Redemption's flower, fragile and small.
Guiding her through the darkness; breaking the thrall, to seek a new dawn to claim her light.
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