The runes of old.
Stopping time and
Speaking futures.
Intricate complexity
Bound in symbols
Of cryptic powers.
Tied within the
Ancient families,
The talen bears
A devastating past.
The pure ladies
So rare shall rule
But cursed to live
On their darkest sin.
The protectors of pure
Forced to bear their mark,
In the cycle of the pure's
Bloodstained kindness.
Cursed to live for eternity
The Ancients face the challenge
Of losing all those they hold dear.
In the shadows of war
Where nothing is absolute.
A bloody past inscribed upon
These child of old.
My they learn to move on from
Their sinister childhood,
Or wilt like a deadened flower.
In the runes bloodstained kindness.
Those that achieve
The ability to forgive
Shall become the
Summoners of Old.
Bringing forth the past
And with them
A chance of happiness
Within their darkness,
The bloodstained kindness
That their Queen bears
As a cruel reminder
Of their descent.
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