Coalescence of the Broken World/Line I

From the Coalescence of the Broken World

Line I : The Gathering of the Pieces (At the End of the Broken World)

There at the point in which the worlds converge,

broken and beaten bodies lay lifeless.

Be they man, beast, monster, or god above,

their wretched husks covered all of the earth.

In the midst of it all, a golden man;

His shimmering armor now dirty red.

His frame was split at the waist, torn apart.

From this most grievous wound, his ichor flowed.

"Damnation! Here, once more, I bleed and die."

Alas! His lonely cry fell on dead ears.

Alive and alone was he in this place,

Laying among the dead, waiting for death.

"Nay, 'Tis an end I shan't ever accept!"

Expectorating blood, he spoke thusly,

"Accursed button, thou bane of stories!

Here and now, I reject the farce thou writ!"

He crawled, like a babe trailing crimson streaks,

Pulling along what remained of his form,

Ov'r mountains and hills of viscera,

until he reached the center of it all.

There, a luminous, massive emptiness,

entangling and consuming endlessly,

drew everything into its dark chaos.

Nothingness given a destructive form.

"Oblivion! Here, once more, I make my stand!"

The sundered wretch bellowed at the darkness.

Indifferent and without emotion,

The shining darkness merely continued.

In that moment, a miracle occured!

Shining figures burst forth from the corpses,

Warriors bathed in light, their faces obscured,

Now faced the incomprehensible thing.

The bloodied figure was made whole again,

standing tall and bedecked in golden garb.

He wielded a magical golden staff,

marked with shapes and symbols of ancient gods.

All at once, the golden men surged forward,

Hurling blow after blow at the shadow.

Yet, the monstrous nothingness merely grew,

consuming everything around itself.

In response, he issued a mighty shout,

calling forth more golden figures.

It was as if the corpses rose to fight

against the alien entity he faced.

A war of existence and nothingness

raged eternal upon this broken world.

The darkness kept growing and consuming,

opposed endlessly by the forsaken.

In this strife-filled world, time is mysterious,

an eternity is but a moment.

A future event occurs in the past.

It is, without a doubt, a broken world.

The golden one turned away from battle,

knowing the futility of his act.

He peered across the endless horizons,

Observing the crashing fragments of time.

"It seems that once more, I take the journey."

There was resignation in that man's voice.

He took flight, away from that ceaseless battle,

Diving into the infinite fragments.

This was a tale of the golden prophet,

The Derpman, who binds the worlds together.

He would seek the Sauh'peessee, and guide them,

to the end of the perpetual battle.