Titan

Against the flaming halo of the dipping Sun,

Stood she - swathed in an ethereal glow;

Midnight-black hair over her shoulders did flow.

With fire darting in her soul, she had risen from her own embers,

As an epitome of power, to make the world arise from its slumber.

Those enigmatic, rapture-blue eyes, ready to trounce any encumber -

Even the fear is feared of her.

To put an end to all apocalypse has she come,

To lead mankind into an era where lies the promised dawn.

By now, the moonlight had graced the earth with its silver,

It is now time for her to avenge all rancour.

Her glare will put an end to all carousels of the evil,

As her heart will give to her veins an impulsive jostle.

Silent tears will no longer slip down the shadowy contours of her face,

As she stands on the vantage -

Cause, it is the rise of Storm- The Dark Age.