Akul Anoth
There was a shadow that cast from the clouds,
That shrouded farmers as fields were ploughed.
The wise would run the weary walk last,
If one survived against the odds,
Their mind was shattered by Akul Anoth.
His mind is sharp His skin like shields,
His voice is mute His mind is blank,
His heart is cold His ego is swank.
for our human mercy's He's devoid of,
For He sees not man but a mere sludge,
That stains the throne He's forbidden to touch.
Where legends were born and myths were told,
That one stood firm against the arcane,
He gazed at Him his mind stayed sane.
He offered him a gift of the man's volition,
The man thought hard but could not decide,
For 108 desires burned in his mind.
Or to be more humble and teach through his story,
He chose the latter for he deemed himself smart,
And so Akul Anoth tore out his heart.