The Twin Ascension

The Ballad of the Twin Ascension

  In ages old when earth was young, When gods were but the whispered songs, There danced a tale of war and peace, A clash of might that fate prolongs.   From Bludgrott’s clan of blood and fire, Rose Amalar with burning ire, A Warchief fierce with rage profound, Whose wrath would shake the heavens' bound.   Exiled by his father’s hand, For a brother’s death, unjustly planned, He forged a path through blood and flame, To reclaim his right and fame.   His army vast, his heart a blaze, He conquered lands in ruthless ways, Till ‘neath the skies of war’s dark shroud, He faced the peace of which he’d vowed.   In fields of strife where shadows fought, The God of Peace, the world had sought, Stood Sein, whose heart was strong and true, To guard the calm where blossoms grew.   Their duel was fierce, the earth did quake, In clash of wills, the heavens shake, Amalar's blade with might was drawn, To meet the peace of morning’s dawn.   In that final stroke, the cosmos roared, As two divine ascensions soared, Amalar, with fury’s rage, Transformed to War’s eternal sage.   Sein, though fallen, rose to light, A beacon in the endless night, From mortal breath to divine grace, He took his place in Heaven’s space.   The Eternal Battlefield did claim, The Warchief’s heart with war’s acclaim, Where legions march and chaos reigns, In endless strife and blood-stained plains.   Sanctuary’s fields, so calm and bright, Became the realm of Peace’s light, Where souls of virtue find their rest, In tranquil halls, forever blessed.   Oh, Amalar and Sein, the gods entwined, In endless dance of dark and kind, Your story echoes through the ages, In war’s cruel storms and peace’s pages.   So sing, O bards, of this great tale, Of gods whose clash did shake the veil, Of Amalar’s rage and Sein’s serene, The eternal struggle, ever seen.   In balance held, the heavens sway, War and Peace in grand display, Their legends live in song and lore, A timeless dance, forevermore.