**_At the dawn of my existence,

All was a fresh canvas,

From the vibrant tapestry of the earth,

The wondrous grace of flora and fauna,

To the pure naivety of unseen shadows that roam the realm.

Life unfolds in beauty's embrace,

Yet harbors shadows in its dance,

At times, it glimmers like a cherished gift,

Only to reveal a heart of coal on Christmas morn.

Since the dawn of thought within my mind,

I ponder how swiftly life does unwind,

As fleeting as the light that dances bright,

Yet what awaits us in the endless night?

Is this truly the end? Is there no divine presence or realm beyond this life that endures?

How could he permit darkness to cast its shadow upon our purity?

Whispers of inquiry dance within the mind,

Yet in my essence,

I am the end,

As in your being,

you are the dawn.

If I could weave the threads of fate,

It would be those who lack the light of wisdom,

And those whose pride blinds them to the art of learning,

With the dawn,

a fresh warrior shall arise,

As the malevolent sorceress meets her demise,

We seek the gentle embrace of purity and peace,

A refuge from the tumult and ruin that surrounds.

Should the fates of souls rest in my grasp,

No shadow of malice would linger henceforth._**