A legend foretold of a great demon slayer,
Before him all fiends of the netherworld crumble,
This dark hero king who was clad in black armour,
Though there was a time when he surely did stumble.
With the weight of protecting the world on his back,
His lust for pure power grew ever so stronger,
The undaunted Black Hero had toppled his stack,
And was bound to a hellish prison there yonder.
His chains were thus made from his own ample weakness,
The hand on his valorous sword he could not lift,
So he turned to the darkness–took evil’s caress,
The fallen Black Hero had undergone his shift.
The Black Hero did cry out in utter madness,
And after millenia passed in his bindings,
A soul of destruction had wandered in hapless,
A demon of loneliness sad for his killings.
The lone demon’s name was a herald of knowledge,
Depression had stained his pitiful existence,
“I’ll release you from your simple bindings.” he said,
The bound Black Hero was his only friend in a sense.
His legendary name was All Formulas and,
He offered half his soul for his tormented friend,
So All Formulas split at the clap of his hand,
And the Weaver and Solver were born from his end.
Weaver of All Formulas the Hero did take,
Power surged through his veins for he had had his fill,
The Black Hero then stood, earth would tremble and shake,
He then slaughtered the masses according to will.
He lusted for power, no it was not enough,
He turned to the Solver who stood right by his side,
“Let me devour you.” he then said with a scoff,
True enough he agreed, by friendship he’d abide.
The power to seize all of Earth within his reach,
The Black Hero did savagely suck up the half,
Then All Formulas spoke, and he said a short speech,
“So my life I will give, for my friend I will laugh.”
So the fool called All Formulas ceased to exist,
Not minding the tear in his ironic friendship,
He was shunned by the rest, and he did get the gist,
A sad troubled demon who destruction did whip.