User blog:Xelak/Thirteen: An Epic

Thirteen brave warriors there stood in all

For good or for evil, they know not where they fall

Gathered in power by one like a god,

Who focused them all with will like iron rod

"For power! For conquest!"

He cried as they ammased

"This world will not know peace until my ambition finds rest!"

So thither he sent them

To conquer and bring

All worlds under his power

To gather them under his dark wing

Thirteen they stood, both heartless and proud

But under His hand, they all withered and cow'd

For the first of their number, the very first one,

Held madness in his grasp; he was the gods' very son

The second of the thriteen, whom He had first commanded,

Was the greates gifted of the group; power over all Darkness was he handed

He stood as a lone hero, both true and loyal

Little did he first know of his fate to play the foil

As firm sentinels stood the numbers Three and Four

Twin brothers were they, thresholders of His dark door

The eldest, the third, held a scythe of blackest night

His opposite's pale curved blade shone of purest light

The fifth was a warrior in blade aswell as thought

In battle nor in blood but in iron word he wrought

The very vapours of the world he was given to rule,

But none of this mastery aided him when he was made to play the fool

Lady Six, though vicious, was a lesson to all in irony

Try as she could, her attempt to hide in shadows was pure folly

For some godly comic, an arbiter of divine abuse,

Had placed in her care the powers of Light to use

The next, fool seventh, was a well-accomplished liar

A trickster, a clown, with sharp tongue and heart of Fire

Though heartless, and so without any emotion,

His antics, when gathered, could have filled an ocean

Calm eight, an intellectual, a philosopher at hollow heart

To say this was his depth, a liar thou would art

For worship he did that serene goddess of old,

And what beautiful destruction he performed under her hold

Number nine was a young man, average, unadorned

Any emotion, felt or expressed, he severely scorned

Mistrusted did he the wicked heart's deceptions

A lack of this tool granted him perception

The tenth, a young one, was a girl with soul of Ice

Long ago, at her birth, she'd sworn they'd pay the price

Retribution she would rain, unmerciful and swift

This single-mided purpose had created an unfathomable rift

Stoic and stocky stood the man numbered eleven

His height and his build seperated him from his brethren

A trsusted advisor and close companion he was to the second

He had been given the force of Earth to be reckoned

Quiet and deep-thinking was Twelve

In machinations and betrayals was not his to delve

Another young man, his mind was only at fun

His twists of reality showed that he'd only begun

The final, young thriteen, was no more than a boy

His innocence and ignorance made him most others' toy

But the most powerful he was, as they would one day see

None but the first two understood his Gravity

Thirteen together they stood

With one purpose went all

Each wore on their head a black hood;

None knew in the end, twelve would fall