𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖘 —͟͟͞͞★

The stone was frozen till the hand was placed, A sudden current through the darkness raced. Shadows awakened from the ancient crest, An ancient power filling up the chest. The boundary shattered as the forces merged, An unholy authority fiercely surged. A sovereign strength from the deep awoke, Shattering reality beneath its stroke. Yet the darkness carried a celestial flare, A raging tempest in the upper air. A paradox of forces, fierce and bright, Blending the shadow with a roaring light. Every movement sparked a surge of might, An intense rush of overwhelming flight. A fierce euphoria in every stride, As cosmic currents turned the rising tide. The entire force of the abyss aligned, Into a single weapon, sharp, defined. A streak of shadow through the silver cloud, Shattering defenses, fierce and proud. Through the ranks of gold the weapon flew, As the gathering storm cloud grew and grew. Each triumph brought a wave of cosmic force, An endless current from a hidden source. Though built on illusions of a fleeting reign, The power surged across the vast domain. One strike at first, then three collapsed in line, Before the blade of altered, dark design. Then more fell down beneath the sweeping hand, Reshaping the horizons of the land. Higher and deeper through the golden gate, The overwhelming torrent would not wait. A storm of energy, a driving gale, Before which every lesser light grew pale. Until the weapon met the final space, And quiet settled on the empty place. The canvas of the sky turned deep and lead, Until the dark remained, and light was dead.