The Vow Of A Mask
Loyalty
That Vow
Though time becomes as desecrated as a spiritless body I will stand firm beside you
Though words against you are broken into stone I will scrape them out with my very bones
When threats are laid down against you in numbers that preceed the casualties of war I will stand infront of you with a sword that bites like white fire
Though leagues of barren land veil you from my eyes, if call you do when peril comes I will stand as your sheild and drive away your adversaries with blows that know not fatigue
If any dares ravage your soul or invade your mind I will come upon them as a shadow of the Arch Angel and lay waste to their mind and violate their soul hatching eggs of the unknown within their heart.
