In shadows' nest, a fire sings, Echoes clash with beating wings. A glowing push through battle's night, Wicked heart in quest of light. Veins of silver cloak the form, Camouflaged in tempest's storm. Golden silk threads weave the mind, In justice eyes, the truth we find. Time the keeper, hand in hand, Guides the spirit through the land. Brutal fight, yet bright it gleams, Filling beasts of changeless dreams. A war of essence, fierce yet true— The soul's bright journey to renew.