Name: Aneirin - Very golden or noble - Named after the Welsh Prince of bards
Gender: Male
Extra:
Pure risen sun
so innocent one may say
"blessed"
Symbols, images, figures
things that are,
the pinnacle of humans
As one once
respected was I
I saw the world rise
Seen as a beauty
I was the wisdom
guiding this kingdom
Villains fell
we lived
blissful ignorance
White doves
so innocent one may say
"blessed"
I toiled
grateful for the happiness
helping those with the most need
Prayed with the priests
for happiness and love
and for the masses who watched
Smiled for the noble
Heroes and kings
all cheered their blessings
Advised the wise
war and peace
Knowledge never came easy
White horns
so innocent one may say
"blessed"
The most holy angel was too,
The most noble did too,
That was me too.
Everything and nothing
silver and gold
innocent and bloody
what have I become?
How many hidden histories have I burned
How many have died because of me
How many times have I destroyed
Pure risen sun
So bloody,
with a rightful bleeding end
Symbols, images, figures
things that are,
the end of humans
As one once
feared was I
I saw the world collapse
Seen as the saint
I was the wisdom
conducting this kingdom
Villains fell to the hidden depths
we lived in blissful ignorance
Unaware of the razor strings
Black ravens
Spectators of the dying past
bloody judges they are
I toiled
earning what I wanted
helping only those I knew of
Prayed with the priests
who wished for wars and positions
while those wished with jealousy watched
Smiled for the noble
Mercenaries in war counting the coin
kings too stupid to dress themselves
Advised the wise
with poisoned knowledge and roses
placing traps that I never intended
White horns
so innocent one may say
"blessed"
The righteous
controlled and innocent
bloody revolution is what awaits
wondering what they ever did wrong
Heroes
hard working and noble
die by the sword with no friends
seen as a martyr for all
Kings,
wise but stupid
poisoned at celebration feasts
by the servants they had wronged
All this written in a story
in a history book
in a book that was burned
in a book that was buried
in a book that ink fades with time
I wipe the blood from my teeth and claws
My weapons all melted down
and set fire to my pedestal
I let my past fade away itself
My image demonized and blurred
and vow to let others take care of themselves
I don a simple crown
just one of rose buds
from the field where battles once were
The last blood of the kingdom fell there
and now a forest of rose bushes grow
believed to take payment for the demon
A demon said to murder
to ruin a once great kingdom
All by uttering a single spell spoken by an angel
so innocent one may say
"blessed"
Symbols, images, figures
things that are,
the pinnacle of humans
As one once
respected was I
I saw the world rise
Seen as a beauty
I was the wisdom
guiding this kingdom
Villains fell
we lived
blissful ignorance
White doves
so innocent one may say
"blessed"
I toiled
grateful for the happiness
helping those with the most need
Prayed with the priests
for happiness and love
and for the masses who watched
Smiled for the noble
Heroes and kings
all cheered their blessings
Advised the wise
war and peace
Knowledge never came easy
White horns
so innocent one may say
"blessed"
The most holy angel was too,
The most noble did too,
That was me too.
Everything and nothing
silver and gold
innocent and bloody
what have I become?
How many hidden histories have I burned
How many have died because of me
How many times have I destroyed
Pure risen sun
So bloody,
with a rightful bleeding end
Symbols, images, figures
things that are,
the end of humans
As one once
feared was I
I saw the world collapse
Seen as the saint
I was the wisdom
conducting this kingdom
Villains fell to the hidden depths
we lived in blissful ignorance
Unaware of the razor strings
Black ravens
Spectators of the dying past
bloody judges they are
I toiled
earning what I wanted
helping only those I knew of
Prayed with the priests
who wished for wars and positions
while those wished with jealousy watched
Smiled for the noble
Mercenaries in war counting the coin
kings too stupid to dress themselves
Advised the wise
with poisoned knowledge and roses
placing traps that I never intended
White horns
so innocent one may say
"blessed"
The righteous
controlled and innocent
bloody revolution is what awaits
wondering what they ever did wrong
Heroes
hard working and noble
die by the sword with no friends
seen as a martyr for all
Kings,
wise but stupid
poisoned at celebration feasts
by the servants they had wronged
All this written in a story
in a history book
in a book that was burned
in a book that was buried
in a book that ink fades with time
I wipe the blood from my teeth and claws
My weapons all melted down
and set fire to my pedestal
I let my past fade away itself
My image demonized and blurred
and vow to let others take care of themselves
I don a simple crown
just one of rose buds
from the field where battles once were
The last blood of the kingdom fell there
and now a forest of rose bushes grow
believed to take payment for the demon
A demon said to murder
to ruin a once great kingdom
All by uttering a single spell spoken by an angel
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