Walker of the Abyss

Before, it was like being completely wrapped in darkness’ cold embrace

But she was like the hot fires starting to blaze in the abyss

She was like the flames of unfaltering power

She was like purity with a small branch of corruption

It was a journey through the cursed abyss

And the curse snuffs out any form of light

And now it’s like the first flame burns bright again in defiance

Like a glowing beacon purging the black night

And like a light unable to be dark once experiencing all that it brought

I am like the flames of the sun itself, blazing in the abyss

I am like the walker of the abyss

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