The Watchers

Firesoul, ironsoul - they stand the flamewatch.
Leviathan's coil obscures the rising sun.
The vibrant flame tempered the relentless edge,
as flamestalker, furnace master tended the fire.

Broodmother, stormtempered, defies the invader.
The guiding star will show remorse before the living flame.
The energies are veiled, and yet of vicious potency.
Calm is wavering before his twisted visage.

The unyielding glare extinguishes the spark of hope.
The umbral brute, the unfaltering monolith.
Blessed with true sight, and perilous bite.
Colossal rage in his unblinking eye.

The preserver blessed with nuturing touch,
is the faithful servant of the absolute.
The resonance of her shallow grave ignored,
She gambles wisdom's hold on the scale of fates.

Winter's embrace displays his icy breathes,
Layered beneath the bitter cold,
His resolve flourishing, unravelling beyond reach.
Binding his dreams to the sullen goddess.

Assimilation, it flows like tempered mercury.
At delirium's touch, insanity's grip.
Hope is rended in the wretched abyss,
The blind denizen fallen to forgotten depths.

The eyeless horror of a thousand maws,
Inconcievable horror, insidious intent.
Soul-devouring with crushing whispers,
Destroys them all and leaves with soft lament.

The somber witness in the endless dark,
Treads with starlight in his boundless gaze,
Forces back with strength of heaven's watch.
And turns his back upon the lifeless night.