I’ve always stood vigilant over the conquerors
Kept my eyes on the mighty warriors
Leant my counsel to wizened rulers
But never had I found myself yearning to protect as I do now
A divine daughter of mine
Torn from the hair on my head
She a vessel for this darkness
That which they clothed me in
A twisted daughter of mine
Crafted her from my essence fused with Hell’s might
Holds power to bend the world to her whims
She bears the weight of old humanity’s ambition
These children of mine
Are worth all the thousands of years of warfare
Are worth the endless scheming and strategies
I just hope my children will see the ideal this world was meant to be…
