Divine War on Bal'met: The Beginning
By: Chryseas Posted on: November 10, 2012
When the Luckiest Lost,
He bet it all, a total cost.
Grinning as He flipped His coin,
In answer to attempts to purloin...
Shaitan smirked as He tossed,
When the Luckiest Lost,
Hermes' sovereign was found faulty,
To claims of being worse than naughty.
Cleaved in twain,
The gambler's bane,
When the Luckiest Lost,
The Others felt crossed.
Spiteful Lords they took Him hence,
For assuming They were dense,
Thus did Bal'met seize and accost,
When the Luckiest Lost.
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The day the Moon waxed red,
Kastalia's voice aloud, widespread,
Defied the Divine thief Bal'met,
Seeking return of Hermes with threat.
Lupus arose with wolves overhead,
The day the Moon waxed red.
The Lady swore against the impasse
As the Evil Lords awoke en masse.
Evil challenged and They accepted,
Through the Rift They stepped,
The day the Moon waxed red,
Blood ran free and all was dread.
The rivers swelled and gave a heave,
As Bal'met fought and did reave,
Sending the Lady to Her deathbed...
The day the Moon waxed red...
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Because wolves don't stand alone,
With Kastalia, Lupus shone,
Into the fray came He and His Pack,
They bravely joined the attack.
Bodies from the battle strewn,
Because wolves don't stand alone.
They killed many and More,
Surrounded by blood and gore.
But was it all for naught?
In light of what was wrought?
Because wolves don't stand alone,
He was saved by Love well known.
Selene guarded Him well to the end,
He still sleeps deeply, now none to fend,
But His Pack is near, steady as stone,
Because wolves don't stand alone.