Whitelupin saw this poem first in EP! :D

"Black Lines of Nobility"


A curse to promise your followers,

Who don't exist.

A pledge left behind, haunting your shadows.

You paint your face, and we can all see you, for the first time.


Your fists are so small, a concentrated amount of power.

One last oath to take before the veil.


To raise your body into the sky, not by physical power, but by pure will.

A storm attracted, only to you.

Every breath, is more thunder.

Every crown is broken, save yours.


A reaping of experience and time,

Swift shadows of smoke...

Not so empty anymore, the cold hands swim within,

To grab any soul just beyond visibility, in the abysmal cloud.


And you wake from this dream, with a sword in your hands,

Held so high with pride and power,

A fever of rage is tamed within,

The wasted power, to transform you.


Walking the infertile path a last time,

A roar to purge the skies.


And your face is still painted, with black lines of Nobility.