The Chosen One Poem by Gianni Pintus

I am the eternal king,
Of this tyrannical rule,

As I stand on my throne
And watching all of you burns whole.

Infinity will never come between your species
You are a slave that survives and will be misses.
The vortex is open to us all the time,
We will all follow through with lots of pain.

I'm the emperor, the king and master of all,
I'm the chosen one who doomed to fall.

The blood will rise killing in the night,
The rules I chosen will never be right.

She is the witch who saw me first
Her voice cried out after see me last.

We are the defenders of this wall,
We are the power who never fall.

And struck at last the mortal blow,
At the core of the Rift for the last call.

The portal was sealed and our brothers died not in vain
And when the ghosts run against us, then we'll return the pain