He was the sword of the time
The one always kept in a sheath
His powers were tied behind
The one that was meant to destroy the realm
He was nurtured to be a killer
Yet his heart was left behind
What his true powers will ever be
Was left to the one who would pick up his decrepit heart
Author’s voice: The one with the power to destroy the realm was put in the chains of dust. The uncontainable wrath of the realm was put in a futile lid to be set aside.
Read the whole story Aara: The legacy of the fire queen here
Vpoetry 