So with young Yami gone
We are left with a more powerful hero,
Which is odd
For I have only myself known this
Individual to be a villian to all
And the gods themselves.
But now back to the story.
"So, what do you want with me, Circe?" he asked
In his own voice that etched itself to time,
Only to echo for eternity.
"Why, you know that the master wants you,
And don't you dare forget him.
He has been waiting to have a little reunion
Up on mount Olympus for all the gods to enjoy
As they rip out your cold heart
And slay your pitiful soul."
With that said, both came at each other
Circe with her mighty staff full of magic
From ages past and from what is to come
While Chronos had nothing to produce
But had a hand on the top of his spine
And with a tap a sythe was produced
Made of bone and blood
And with a sweeping motion destroyed the staff
In one clean chop of the sharp sythe.
Circe fell back and produced an army of possessed men
Who she claimed as hers from years past
Of all the fools that symbolize what would become the
Downfall of mankind.
And so Yami charged at the horde
Prepared to lay down his life
In order to reach mount Olympus
So that the truth may finally ring out
Through the hall of justice
Where the enraged Zeus sat
Waiting to see how it all ends.