Tenchi 3rd movement

With philosophical trap setting within the present dragging the past in thru the future sweeping any sect for reasons of change weaver of time and destiny to shape fate.

Born through mortal blood and Nobel immortal heir as the spawn with icy glare through the mind storm from eyes so fair cold if ever told is his stare. As frost over fire is left from his breath frozen is the flowers through powers once chosen.

Forever color blind to the unkind world in view through his guise of the blue moon within the black skies with yellow stars he counts with eyes. Destined since birth to preserve earth as the Guardian of the portal into the realm of the temporal immortals. Whose fates reincarnates as each spirit is perfected each of all that is selected.

As the fading summer solstice enters the winter equinox weather now centers as Seasons in full reverse through reasons all mortal matters he will now rehearse. Through telepathic curse and by thought willed to drain the Arctic ocean when in thirst in vain are veins that gain a mere chill.

From a small snowball to become an icy blast through the ice moon left frozen is the sun through shapes by the minds design then through the cause of flaws so divine let it thaw over the snow as flakes slowly sow atop the earth as a new winter is counted by births ado.

As the prodigal gift is gifted through the paradigm that has shifted by the primal victory of the mortal nature and immortal fate shaped into the primordial quest as each star counted from afar are years amounted from birth until death willed for the destined time.

As the Hell fire becomes suppressed inflamed through desire is the tempest within the deep quest. As fire fuels the earth through each birth that is birthed by mortal rules as the mondaine remain open-minded when defined as refined the immortal spirit becomes divined.

As the earth realms thrown becomes overthrown from lone quest earth's realm of stone crumbles into sifting sand as to mortal bones succumb from immortal tones that forever sound across the lost land as desolate has defined his design as grand.

As each Prince has to convince A fable must be able to crown his princess as she is the uncut gem precissous to all men. As mortal blood seeks the weak through melodies sung from the sharpest tongue to kings he sings unable to cut the heartstrings.

As the very kingdom that every tyrant has built great and small alike the daylight that succumbs to nightfall with guilt as the immortal Pegasus is now without wings as this bliss is deep within the mind of divine mortal kings.

As a sacred cloth covers the face of sacramental grace through the weaved garments of immortalised minds eternally wise and astute as eyes ever comprise to the reign and rise within the absolute when seeing the supreme being at death when all mortality has left.

Author's Note

A written scroll dedicated as an epistle to Sub-Zero a fictional character in mortal kombat.