Clow, the shadowmancer

by BlackRose   Dec 8, 2004


Out of the darkness stepped a man,
Tall and muscular
With dark hair and light eyes
Crystalline in nature
eyes that would stare
through you as if you were hollow
In through the hollowness
would rise a feeling of dread
Shrouded in darkness
this man knows no fear,
only causes it
And across from him
Stepped an entity
From a sunburst
Hair of pure spun gold
And eyes of jade
With wings seeming to be
made of light
her composure kept
in the face of darkness
They stand here now
Malevolence vs. benevolence
The single battle between positive
and negative
will decide the fate of the world
From this epic battle
shadows are created
The black and the white
entwine creating grey areas
in which we lead our lives
And from these shadows
I draw my power
These are whom I call my parents
My mother, a goddess of light
And my father, a being of pure dark
Are struck down by
the very soul they create
I am victorious
Now with mastery of light and dark
and everything in between
I set out on the path to conquest
Shadows as my minions
And illusion as my sword
I will cut down those of weak will

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