Through the valleys of dusk where silence grew,
Umbraxx wandered, cloaked in shades of blue.
No fear touched him, no regret held sway,
For shadows bore truths that light could not say.
Yet whispers of sorrow rose in the deep,
From lands where mortals did naught but weep.
A shadowed vale where children cried,
For dreams undone and hopes denied.
"Is this my legacy, wrought from love's spark?"
He pondered alone in the binding dark.
Once, his heart burned for balance and grace,
Now he saw anguish etched in every face.
In a hollow where twilight cast its spell,
Umbraxx found those whose lives rebelled.
Creatures molded by shadow's might,
Warped and lost in eternal night.
One stood forth with an anguished plea:
"Why must we bear this destiny?
You gave us life, yet we endure,
Pain and despair we cannot cure."
Umbraxx, struck by the echo of grief,
Felt his essence tremble, though brief.
For shadows, he knew, were meant to shield,
Not destroy the light their depths concealed.
Upon the horizon, a structure loomed,
A tower where truths and lies consumed.
Mortals lived in gilded halls,
Casting shadows through fractured walls.
The lords of light, with their endless glow,
Oppressed the dark, leaving it low.
Yet in their hearts, corruption grew,
As light unchecked turned harsh and untrue.
Umbraxx saw their folly, stark and clear,
How light, unbalanced, fed mortal fear.
“Not shadow nor light can reign alone,
Each must temper the other's throne.”
Through the labyrinth where time collapsed,
Umbraxx's past and present overlapped.
He saw Aurikon, with her blazing flame,
And the birth of virtues that bore her name.
In their union, shadow found its place,
A guardian's mantle, a solemn grace.
But pride in his role had led astray,
Blinding him to the harm of his way.
Here, Umbraxx wept, though no tears fell,
For love had forged him, yet forged him well.
He saw not failure but a path anew,
A role to renew, his purpose to pursue.
At last, he reached the sacred ground,
Where echoes of creation's song resound.
The Estandarte of Twilight stood,
A banner woven of shadow and wood.
To wield its power, a price was told:
Not wealth, nor might, nor jewels of gold.
But the essence of him who bore the night,
To merge with both shadow and light.
Umbraxx stood still, the choice was clear,
Not born of regret, nor borne of fear.
But love for the world, in all its strife,
And the hope of balance, a greater life.
As he embraced the twilight's embrace,
Umbraxx felt the world shift in space.
His form dissolved, his being untied,
Yet in that moment, he magnified.
No longer a shadow, nor bound to the night,
He became the bridge of dark and light.
A Guardian eternal, a hymn unsung,
In the dawn and dusk where worlds are spun.
And so the world, in awe, now saw,
The shadows tempered, the light in awe.
A crepuscular glow adorned the skies,
A gift from Umbraxx, who could not die.
No temples were built, no songs were raised,
For the Guardian of Twilight preferred no praise.
Yet in the hearts of those who strayed,
A whisper of balance forever stayed.
