Eckto akta gahmet
Perfection meticulously crafted
Eyes drunk with cerulean.
Skin white like angel wings
And lips taste of obsidian.
Goddess of perfection, the divine light.
Find the father who may harness your might
Wind blows, fire burns, water may fall,
But the element within you is the greatest of all.
The shadow will follow and so will his men
But you are the blessing and this suffering will end
Humanity prays in fear to the heavens above,
But the perfect being is not perfect, without love.
Harness the horror, the loss and the fire,
Let the love of another be your desire.
Knowledge and power can be torn apart,
Yet even the darkest of shadows cannot blacken the heart