Non Omnis Moriar

Kinda vague, I know

There was once a Utopia

From malicious and vile ambrosia

Thousand sacrifices in vain

Countless golden rays, attained

City of hopes and dreams

Untouched by the field of reeds

I stood in the pedestal

The pinnacle of the mortals

But a curse is still a curse

A broken, concealed source

Wrath of the devil's child

One that was left behind

Shadow in the sky

Some prayed to die

Furious cerise flowed

Ashes and bones roared

The ruler paid the price

Of a lifetime despise

Vision of the fallen

Nineteen years forgotten

Standing amidst the imperium

Resurrected child of aurum 

Until that time arrive

I shall not wholly die 

Author's Note

This poem is a part of the story I'm currently writing.