Nights like such arrive in ages.
they metamorphosize the world said great sages.
After peaceful ripples, uproars are seen.
a tyrannous place where few have been.
The old is shattered for the new to come,
bestowing the world with beings pioneers to become.
Strongest of the strong are they of mortals,
each one assigned a different portal.
For them the world is a stage,
but they exist only for the backstage.
gauging every plausible intricacy.
Disentangling aptly each delicacy.
Born out of the stormy ire.
as if, to grow against every worldly mire.
Breaking convention in each stride.
still flocks turn to them to guide.
Trying to imitate their intrepidity.
Not realizing its nothing but stupidity.
They are the beings with invincible might.
For only they could stand the stormy night.
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