The Catalyst

I ask myself, should we praise this day? Because this day maybe should not be

T’is the Beginning Wolf who brought us the new key

The key brought to us prolonged our natural hourglass

Who believed our dreaded Shadow be mad?

Or he did know we dance in a forbidden Meadow

The reason is this why he sought so hard to make it ash

Found he had, alone, all season he did grow sad.

For the First, heart had not, the father, his name be Presian

For the Second, the first son, have vengeance intentions

For the Third, Forgives those oblivious to ignorant intentions

The day for this, are we blind to mistake justice for villain?

A Fourth there is, and his alignment sways for both.

Following the path of his eldest brethren

The people’s own sin, Nero hath always protected

Loky hath fought Nero for sin he did loath

As the three sons war for a millennium,

Deluded in pursuit the truth is. Why now, do we fight Father Presian?

And when the original four, their bodies six feet below their coffin lie

Waged the war still is, fought by the sons of Nero and Memioud

Arch-Wolf to Shadow, as the same path Loky he did walk.

Sinister Wolf to Schlechter, the grunts decide their side,

Stalemate, assimilate, had born, torn of war, turns, equilibrium.

Meant only to defend the weak, insidious evil, he will stalk

All the goodness and security of safety. To rape hope

And continue to live wickedly. If you knew, please let sin die.

Sent to save you from yourself, is it Nero’s vision to

Aid wounded ideals of Utopia or more, let the cesspool flourish?

Says who, a new beginning should have followed the Fall

Of Persian? Was its Mankind’s fault to test the faith

by creating a new Presian? Not only one new Presian, but three,

The cause of the millennium of war. Man interferes yet again,

The birth of the new Shadow, Hybrids. The number four holds

True. These four do not fool. Building tall strong walls

Loky would decree, the humans finally have done something right.

To optimize the Chaos Wolf’s power, might be deemed a saint?

One thousand years later, a new father has come to pass

His three sons ask in his eternal glory and ideal.

He sees a world where the balance of the universe can be achieved,

Killed by Shadow demanded strike, all Presians work for this.

Only the youngest son has the key, holds a new future.

The old and new world may clash. My name be Luster Wolf,

The Hybrids will taste mine steel. Nagoki named be

Deemed “ Bright Shining Warrior,” They received, believed in me.

I am the Catalyst, by my life I surrender,

The thousands years war, the thousands years darkness,

It will all end. With the final beat of my heart,

Forgiveness is equal to all. Wish I not be remembered

Destruction to all records. A Child oblivious to potential

Will not seek it nor will he repeat. But if the child

May create the same art. I leave to you one last protector,

Still, what time of peace you will find

Let it be sweet, cherish it always

Wish peace you hold this minute be always remembered

By Morris Moosetail