Following the Eldest Root

You are my darkness
like a mystery sent to
curb humanity’s pride.

In your heart, you are
the universe’s only
celestial rival to War.

Discovered during primal
creation, you are Persia’s
royal guardian to the West.

Your remains have been
found encased in amber
11 million years away.

Aside from your compatriots,
you predict the Fall as one
of Heaven’s four guardians.

Your favor and disaster come
as you align your allies towards
the positive or the negative.

In the eighth division, you
battled on behalf of the sky
to protect us from evil.

Even though we’ve never
understood, I believe you
predict the world’s course.

For, I am your claws
causing the earth to burn
as the sun’s chariot dips.


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