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Black Spring

Roars cascade threw the flower filled gardens of Pastoria
The sent of blood is in the air
Aiben has taken another life

What was once a scenery meant for the Gods
Lay stricken with darkness
Aiben has contaminated the land

The deer, the squirrels, the birds, the townsmen
All lay in shambles
Painted with the COLOR BLACK

Streams once so pure and blue
Now crimson red like the lips of Medusa

He has shown his true Colors.
He has defiled the kingdom
He is now an outlaw

Smiles turned to frowns
Joy turned to sadness
Hope melts away

It melts away in his presence
the fearful Aiben

Eyes like the flames of haite
Claws so sharp
Fangs so massive
A body worthy of praise

But his soul is dark
His mind is twisted
his heart is cold
Intentions so devious

He is known as the black spring
he moves in away that resembles that of nature itself
His strife so elegant
His delivery so perfect

Aiben the destroyer!
Aiben the Seeker
Aiben the conqueror

How many kingdoms have he conquered
How many lives have he ruined
how many souls have he taken

He is death in the flesh
he is the bringer of doom
he is the bane of all dreamers

The ending of one who had dreams to someday be a famous musician
The ending of one who had dreams of economical success
The ending of a young girls dreams to one day become the best mother in the world

His footsteps decay the land
His sweat defiles the atmosphere
Aiben the great

Aiben the demon
Born from the depths of the darkest oceans
concieved by zetsu and Mali
The spawn of pure evil
the spawn of two demonic gods

Aiben the restless
Aiben the strong
Aiben the God

He preys on the weak
He eats the strong

He is the Black spring
The source of all calamity
The deity of madness.

An endless flow that weaken and soaks all with waters of oppression
His rule is absoulte

He is the black spring
he is the end
he is Aiben.

Let all who oppose him be dealt a vicious blow
let all who deny him suffer eternal damnation
Aiben is to be feared

Aiben the seeker
Aiben the consumer
Aiben the king

He is indeed the black spring.
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Submitted on September 13, 2015

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