When.

A long time ago

in a galaxy

far far away...

There ruled a 

heart

of kindness,

that for a Templar,

the Grail.

The bliss

is in perfection,

In formation

were quintessence

of peace

in what seems 

to be 

penultimate.

And in state

reinstates

the genius

by bond

that treasures

creatures

created

from psalms

of verses

with courses

of presents

in blank.

There are heroes

luring 

the songs

and the sound

And there's 

heaven

singing

with trumpets

in the absence 

of clouds.

But time

was gone and 

it went

so blank

Darkness

orbited 

and the lights

went black

Holes embraced

the Race

disgraced

by Faith

and it's late 

to be safe

from condemnation

where Redemption's 

a fool

It's full

of denial

It's bridal

from eclipses

of the moon

and the Sun 

was stolen and 

murdered

by the glimpses

of the Hades' tune.

There came a prison

of invasion

invaded 

and imprisoned 

with the

formation

of quintessence

of artifice

with contempt

and those Stars 

go tempt

the Land 

with Love

coated

with hate

in the state

they make

a revolution

rotated

and twisted 

from truth

to keep 

the worlds

from thinking

and resisting

the embrace

of the taste 

of the sweet 

quintessence

of strife.

And the world

is now waiting

for the Templar

to come.

Waiting 

for heroes

to be a thousand

in

One.

For the world 

is thinking

all about 

the hate

and prays to the devil

on His Perfect State,

And the world

embraces the kiss

of the darkness

by light.

From a galaxy afar

that had been long 

so lost

—Life.